Slaughter Gang Tip - No brain lyrics

A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it Bentayga with no brain in it, all my h**s get the same treatment. B***h you broke and boujee, your n***a sad and losing I got a new Kel-Tec but I might use the Uzi Sipping on Hi-Tech, we don’t do the deuces A hundred K each show, tell me who is losing I got a new freak ho, she tryna do the booty I got the pink molly in, yes I still get booted That n***a missed all his shots, tell me who is shooting Three stripes on my clothes b***h, yeah it’s Gucci Tom Ford lense on, I can see you chosing She put you in the friendzone, now you looking stupid Can’t fall in love with no freak ho, b***h my name ain’t Cupid A hundred guns from the pawn shop, I can’t wait to use it. A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it Bentayga with no brains in it, all my h**s get the same treatment. Dressed in Gucci, Fendi, b***h stay out my business Last n***a tried me, I ain’t leave no witness This a real trap house, I don’t take no pennies I get a hundred pounds in like I’m LA Fitness This a real boss plate, I don’t eat at Denny’s Dope selling real good and it’s finger licking Twenty racks to my shooter, yeah, trappin’ out an Uber F**k your gang, I rep Bermuda Pull up wrong I just might shoot you Big Backwoods, I don’t smoke no hookahs She ain’t got no walls, I look right through her I made her s** it up, ’til her jaws lock After this first nut b***h you goin’ on call block. A hundred racks in the duffel, it’s time to count it up I’m in your city just for one night, b***h I’m just tryna f**k Put your a*s on the block list after I catch my nut Fake a*s gangster made a diss song, I bet your tongue get cut Just like a car from the Flintstones, b***h you broke as f**k Everywhere I go the gang with me, hundred racks, no change in it Got my aim from the range with me, thirteen with stain in it Bentayga with no brains in it, all my h**s get the same treatmenttt.(no brain)