no explanations - crm (au) lyrics
[intro]
(stebbz) you think i forgot that sh*t
nah, f*ck no
i may forgive, but i don’t forget, f*ckin’ b*tch
f*ck outta here, ahem!
[verse]
r.i.p. to yo homies
but replace the “peace” with “p*ss”
i know he ain’t talkin’ no more
that’s ‘cause i heard the sneak diss
put a gun to your dome
you a fool if you think that we use fists
he said “get back”, well my get back is
i’m f*ckin’ on yo miss
me and my demons be walkin’ alone
we ain’t tryna fight, so lower your tone
rest assured, we uppin’ the pipe
i got some advice, don’t look at us wrong
(stebbz) i got your b*tch on my d*ck like every night
no kids, she wearin’ a thong
when i see a opp, leave ‘em dead on sight
if he talk ‘bout me in a song
how you sayin’ he’s your day one
but he just left you for dead
broski claimin’ he a crip
but when we pulled up, he turned to red
you would think i own a bakery
they way i count all this bread
mp5 got ‘em shakin’ violently
you would think that boy a sped
fake homies, that sh*t make me allergic
bullets rip through his skin like a surgeon
he think he too legit, so we murked him
we’ll k!ll you and him, that’s for certain
f*ck the 2×6, they be lurkin’
that’s just the mood i’m in when i’m workin’
who you foolin’ kid, you a virgin
i be sendin’ hooligans to the circus
f*ck around, we spin yo block
and spin it again, just for good measure
haters talk sh*t, but i don’t listen
’cause i turn my pain into pleasure
i tell her what to do, (stebbz), like alexa
my life a movie, you just an extra
i stick my keys inside yo model ex
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no d*mn tesla
all that sh*t talk, but can’t back it up
gang don’t f*ck with you, sh*t ain’t addin’ up
i let muhf*ckers get on my nerves for years
but guess what, b*tch, i’ve had enough
and you know d*mn well that i ain’t forget
when you snitched on me, ’cause i made a diss
man, you lame as sh*t, how the f*ck i became your friend
when i knew you was fake, pretend
oh, you think you tough, huh
we can’t get enough, huh
try put my name inside yo lyrics
and i’ll put your ass in a blunt, huh
(stebbz) trust me bro, you don’t want nun’
’cause you know my boys want sum’
they think this sh*t sweet, man
they think i only make love songs
[interlude]
“what’s your problem” isn’t even a love song
for f*cks sake
[chorus]
if you wanna pull up and fight
then send the destination
i ain’t on the same level as y’all
i just stand adjacent
yo boys keep gettin’ locked up
they givin’ information
but when 12 pull up at our crib
we give no explanations
run up on yo block, start shootin’ sh*t
with no explanations
murder an opp, and f*ck on yo b*tch
with no explanations
they just wonder how one day, i’m n0body
the next, i’m famous
’cause i got sent to f*ck up this sh*t
with no explanations
[outro]
no explanations
no explanations (stebbz)
no explanations
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