No Mercy by Ezail Lyrics
[Verse 1]
No mercy, gotcho bitch on me and she thirsty
She lookin' kinda dirty, I don’t think she worthy
Your vision kinda blurry, you not ready for the journey
You tried to hurt me, you taught me to have no mercy
I said I gotcho bitch on me, she tryna fuckin' rob me
She only wanna party, she tryna fuckin' stop me
I pull up with the Tommy, she said
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry
Dropped the album, ‘bout to go platinum
Then drop another one at random
Carrying the game with my talons
Carrying cash-filled gallons
Blasting my talent through the palace
‘Bout to bring some fuckin’ balance
Verse after verse, that's no challenge
Had the feelings of hatred and malice
Combatant, show up to a fight and you absent
Make up an excuse, that's invalid
Fuck the controversy, ‘bout to show these bitches that I have no fuckin' mercy
[Hook]
You bitches are fuckin' fakes (fuckin' snakes)
I don't fuck with you lames (fuck with you lames)
Throw yo ass in the lake (to the lake)
Look at the beat that I bake (beat that I bake)
Slam your brakes and take a break when you step in my way (brr, brr)
Put a dot on your head when I let the bullets spray
I prey on you weaks, get on your knees and pray (pow pow)
[Verse 2]
I've got all yo bitches
I’m smoking my ambition
Tryna hate? Bitch you can’t see the vision
My mission is to make no room for competition
Finna set my composition to a danger of ignition
Look at my position, I made it, stop asking for my forgiveness
You're my witness I’ve blown up now everybody is on my business
Watch you try to be my assistant
My music so consistent and persistent
Everybody saying I've been gone for a minute
It feels like I've been so distant
But I can't bitch, ‘cause this was my decision
Damn, I’m the best trapper on this planet
I rock this bitch up like granite
Yo girl's pussy jucier than pomegranate
I got the trap inside my pocket
Look at the obesity on my wallet
My bank rising solid like a rocket, like a rocket
I got the game in a headlock and I fought this, fought this
No mercy, gotcho bitch on me and she thirsty
She lookin' kinda dirty, I don’t think she worthy
Your vision kinda blurry, you not ready for the journey
You tried to hurt me, you taught me to have no mercy
I said I gotcho bitch on me, she tryna fuckin' rob me
She only wanna party, she tryna fuckin' stop me
I pull up with the Tommy, she said
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry
Dropped the album, ‘bout to go platinum
Then drop another one at random
Carrying the game with my talons
Carrying cash-filled gallons
Blasting my talent through the palace
‘Bout to bring some fuckin’ balance
Verse after verse, that's no challenge
Had the feelings of hatred and malice
Combatant, show up to a fight and you absent
Make up an excuse, that's invalid
Fuck the controversy, ‘bout to show these bitches that I have no fuckin' mercy
[Hook]
You bitches are fuckin' fakes (fuckin' snakes)
I don't fuck with you lames (fuck with you lames)
Throw yo ass in the lake (to the lake)
Look at the beat that I bake (beat that I bake)
Slam your brakes and take a break when you step in my way (brr, brr)
Put a dot on your head when I let the bullets spray
I prey on you weaks, get on your knees and pray (pow pow)
[Verse 2]
I've got all yo bitches
I’m smoking my ambition
Tryna hate? Bitch you can’t see the vision
My mission is to make no room for competition
Finna set my composition to a danger of ignition
Look at my position, I made it, stop asking for my forgiveness
You're my witness I’ve blown up now everybody is on my business
Watch you try to be my assistant
My music so consistent and persistent
Everybody saying I've been gone for a minute
It feels like I've been so distant
But I can't bitch, ‘cause this was my decision
Damn, I’m the best trapper on this planet
I rock this bitch up like granite
Yo girl's pussy jucier than pomegranate
I got the trap inside my pocket
Look at the obesity on my wallet
My bank rising solid like a rocket, like a rocket
I got the game in a headlock and I fought this, fought this