No Sl33P Remix by L8 Rapid Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy, hol' up
Hol' up, yeah
Hol' up, whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, yeah
Whole lotta choppa
Go, it go
Yeah, hol' up, listen
[Chorus]
I told the bitch "shut up," yeah, my son cryin' (Uh)
I told the bitch "shut up," yeah, my son cryin' (Hol' up)
[Verse]
Get no sleep 'cause my son cryin' (Hol' up)
If you don't shut up, I'll slap that ho (Hol' up)
I'm tryna go pull up with a bag on me (Hol' up, uh)
They comin' at me 'cause she know I'm mean (Hol' up)
I got me some pack and I'm 'bout to go get out a ring
I feel like I am so saucy, got my lean (Hol' up)
Pour up me a four then I leave (Hol' up)
I got red on me, red on me (Hol' up)
You tryna come see but I don't see you (Hol' up)
I whip out the pack and then I leave (Hol' up)
Yeah, I whip out the pack and then I lеave, I get no sleep, huh
Shawty tryna come ovеr with me, she can't get D, uh
She try to pull up for D
She tryna diss me, she tryna get me, uh
I got me some Patek with my wrist and I be freezin' (Hol' up)
[Bridge]
Yeah, uh-uh
Eh, uh-uh, uh
[Chorus]
I told the bitch "shut up," yeah, my son cryin' (Hol' up)
Ho, shut up, yeah, my son cryin' (Hol' up)
Ayy, hol' up
Hol' up, yeah
Hol' up, whole lotta
Whole lotta, whole lotta
Whole lotta, yeah
Whole lotta choppa
Go, it go
Yeah, hol' up, listen
[Chorus]
I told the bitch "shut up," yeah, my son cryin' (Uh)
I told the bitch "shut up," yeah, my son cryin' (Hol' up)
[Verse]
Get no sleep 'cause my son cryin' (Hol' up)
If you don't shut up, I'll slap that ho (Hol' up)
I'm tryna go pull up with a bag on me (Hol' up, uh)
They comin' at me 'cause she know I'm mean (Hol' up)
I got me some pack and I'm 'bout to go get out a ring
I feel like I am so saucy, got my lean (Hol' up)
Pour up me a four then I leave (Hol' up)
I got red on me, red on me (Hol' up)
You tryna come see but I don't see you (Hol' up)
I whip out the pack and then I leave (Hol' up)
Yeah, I whip out the pack and then I lеave, I get no sleep, huh
Shawty tryna come ovеr with me, she can't get D, uh
She try to pull up for D
She tryna diss me, she tryna get me, uh
I got me some Patek with my wrist and I be freezin' (Hol' up)
[Bridge]
Yeah, uh-uh
Eh, uh-uh, uh
[Chorus]
I told the bitch "shut up," yeah, my son cryin' (Hol' up)
Ho, shut up, yeah, my son cryin' (Hol' up)