NO DISTRACTIONS FREESTYLE by CGB Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, yo
I'm feelin' nice
[Verse 1: CGB]
Yo, when a thief meets a saint
All he sees is his pockets
Must admit I feel conflicted
'Cause I had to fill my wallet
Had to do it just to eat, dawg
Yeah, I went a bit crazy
Yeah, I went a bit loco
So I'm always yellin' "Pay Me!"
Yeah, I'm always yellin' "Fuck You!"
That's the reason that I'm maybe
Gonna end it 'cause you bitches pretendin'
That you actin' like you Satan
Nah, uh, nah
I do not like you fake bitches
Nah, nah
I do not like you fake bitches
Man there ain't shit you can tell me
Man there ain't shit you can tell me
[Verse 2: CGB]
Ride around the mothafuckin' city
Comin' from thе South then going East to West
Yo, I'm not the pluggy but my phonе ringing non-stop
I gotta go and get the cheque
Dollar by dollar, we stop the stress
Bottle by bottle, we pop the best
Had to quit the lean and get it off my chest
Shit was pressin' down, I was near my death
Fentanyl makin' me skeptical
It's sad we fucked up from the medical
I lost my homie from chemicals
Turned that pain into some decibels
Turn those bitches to some decimals
I got some gold on my skeleton
All of you hoes is some replicas
All you bitches is so delicate
I gotta work on my shit
I gotta work on my shit
I cannot take no distractions
I cannot take no distractions
Baby if you in my path
Then you better get off cause I gotta go mack
Lemme talk all my shit now
Lemme roll with my bitch now
Lemme get my assist now
Hit No Service then I pass out
613, there's no handouts
Nah we only help our mans out
Turn that into my fam now
I'm the motherfuckin' fam now
[Outro]
I been goin'
Man there ain't shit you can tell me
Man there ain't shit you can tell me
I drip and I teleport
I'm Jordan, I kill the quarter
Y'all is not ready for it, ay
Ay, sip and I pour the four
Sip and I pour the four
Sip and I pour the four
Yo, yo
I'm feelin' nice
[Verse 1: CGB]
Yo, when a thief meets a saint
All he sees is his pockets
Must admit I feel conflicted
'Cause I had to fill my wallet
Had to do it just to eat, dawg
Yeah, I went a bit crazy
Yeah, I went a bit loco
So I'm always yellin' "Pay Me!"
Yeah, I'm always yellin' "Fuck You!"
That's the reason that I'm maybe
Gonna end it 'cause you bitches pretendin'
That you actin' like you Satan
Nah, uh, nah
I do not like you fake bitches
Nah, nah
I do not like you fake bitches
Man there ain't shit you can tell me
Man there ain't shit you can tell me
[Verse 2: CGB]
Ride around the mothafuckin' city
Comin' from thе South then going East to West
Yo, I'm not the pluggy but my phonе ringing non-stop
I gotta go and get the cheque
Dollar by dollar, we stop the stress
Bottle by bottle, we pop the best
Had to quit the lean and get it off my chest
Shit was pressin' down, I was near my death
Fentanyl makin' me skeptical
It's sad we fucked up from the medical
I lost my homie from chemicals
Turned that pain into some decibels
Turn those bitches to some decimals
I got some gold on my skeleton
All of you hoes is some replicas
All you bitches is so delicate
I gotta work on my shit
I gotta work on my shit
I cannot take no distractions
I cannot take no distractions
Baby if you in my path
Then you better get off cause I gotta go mack
Lemme talk all my shit now
Lemme roll with my bitch now
Lemme get my assist now
Hit No Service then I pass out
613, there's no handouts
Nah we only help our mans out
Turn that into my fam now
I'm the motherfuckin' fam now
[Outro]
I been goin'
Man there ain't shit you can tell me
Man there ain't shit you can tell me
I drip and I teleport
I'm Jordan, I kill the quarter
Y'all is not ready for it, ay
Ay, sip and I pour the four
Sip and I pour the four
Sip and I pour the four