No Echo by Luh B Lyrics
[Luh B]
No echo
No echo
That's cool, just show me where the check go
See it all, spend it all, make my neck glow
Can't make no hoe feel special
Getting money, eatin' good, who stressed bro?
I'm the coolest in the world like Esco
I'm the coolest in the world like Esco
Bitch I'm the coolest in the world like Esco
(Verse 1)
Blowin' gas, that strong shit
Blow a couple bands, that's thumb prints
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up, I'm slurring and shit
I went out and found me a perfect lil bitch
Bought her some shoes and some shirts and some shit
Can't have no lames in my circle lil bitch
I'm geekin', I,m geekin', like urkel lil bitch
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
(Bridge)
Born with the leader mentality
These niggas be lyin', go find find your reality
I cannot go wrong if I bang to the right
I'm jumpin' like Jordan, my trap taking flight
Servin' the streets man this shit like a restaurant
Rolling up rapping, them be the best blunts
Highly respected, it won't be connections
You rat on your people, man why you confessing
(Verse 2)
Grams on the counter, My scale in the cabinet
Grind if I land it, that boy got a habit
Get it up, get it up, flip it and stack it
Goulin' with [?], my nigga what's brackin'?
24/7, no time to be lackin'
I'll sleep when I'm dead, I don't need no mattress
I came from the Barron, I'm True to my roots
I'm coming to get it I ain't here to lose
Don't get it confused
Ain't shit twisted but blunts
I can go anywhere that I want
Got a pot of gold it's a bunch
Don't make my niggas act violently
No beefin', no yellin', no rivalries
Got all my niggas sellin' ivory
I'm ducked off bitch that's privately
I came from the land of the wicked
If twelve catch up that's more than a ticket
Just send me some money and make sure you visit
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
While I'm servin' the streets, Get you wrapped up in sheets
Got a call from my hitter, He like mission complete
I got the check in the mail, Bitch I got out on bail
Went home, went to sleep, woke up and smoked a L
Keep a Smith and Western just for my protection
Fuck it, I ain't stressing
If they get me, they just get me
It's gone take a lot to hit me
(Bridge)
Got it tatted on my arms, Bitch I gotta stay humble
Everybody that's been down gotta come up when I come up
When I grab the pen and write, that's like mixing lean and sprite
Got the gas, got the rello, where the motherfucking light?
Money making mission, Man I'm tryna see a hundred M's
99 problems hundred rounds gone be all of them
We pop off like big guns, you pop off like fireworks
You a fuck nigga, you get the tax, cause round here that's how it work
We pull up and served'em and go about our business
I don't know these niggas, they so unfamiliar
These niggas was sleep, now I'm showing you bitches
And I turn up daily, No soda you bitches
[D Woodz: Verse 4]
Designer my shoes, I stay with the tool
I aim it at you, I spray at your dude
What you tryna do? That nigga that [?]
We stick together, you niggas just don't
My gas smell like [?], Giuseppe and [?]
Respect what I wore, may die if you don't
The money she want, he fuckin' or don't
Won't call you next morn, [???]
The money I count, I stack to the ceiling
Got money, got bitches, don't flex when I visit
My diamonds and jewelry is very expensive
Got that and freeband like the living we living
No echo
No echo
That's cool, just show me where the check go
See it all, spend it all, make my neck glow
Can't make no hoe feel special
Getting money, eatin' good, who stressed bro?
I'm the coolest in the world like Esco
I'm the coolest in the world like Esco
Bitch I'm the coolest in the world like Esco
(Verse 1)
Blowin' gas, that strong shit
Blow a couple bands, that's thumb prints
I'm fucked up, I'm fucked up, I'm slurring and shit
I went out and found me a perfect lil bitch
Bought her some shoes and some shirts and some shit
Can't have no lames in my circle lil bitch
I'm geekin', I,m geekin', like urkel lil bitch
Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa
(Bridge)
Born with the leader mentality
These niggas be lyin', go find find your reality
I cannot go wrong if I bang to the right
I'm jumpin' like Jordan, my trap taking flight
Servin' the streets man this shit like a restaurant
Rolling up rapping, them be the best blunts
Highly respected, it won't be connections
You rat on your people, man why you confessing
(Verse 2)
Grams on the counter, My scale in the cabinet
Grind if I land it, that boy got a habit
Get it up, get it up, flip it and stack it
Goulin' with [?], my nigga what's brackin'?
24/7, no time to be lackin'
I'll sleep when I'm dead, I don't need no mattress
I came from the Barron, I'm True to my roots
I'm coming to get it I ain't here to lose
Don't get it confused
Ain't shit twisted but blunts
I can go anywhere that I want
Got a pot of gold it's a bunch
Don't make my niggas act violently
No beefin', no yellin', no rivalries
Got all my niggas sellin' ivory
I'm ducked off bitch that's privately
I came from the land of the wicked
If twelve catch up that's more than a ticket
Just send me some money and make sure you visit
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
While I'm servin' the streets, Get you wrapped up in sheets
Got a call from my hitter, He like mission complete
I got the check in the mail, Bitch I got out on bail
Went home, went to sleep, woke up and smoked a L
Keep a Smith and Western just for my protection
Fuck it, I ain't stressing
If they get me, they just get me
It's gone take a lot to hit me
(Bridge)
Got it tatted on my arms, Bitch I gotta stay humble
Everybody that's been down gotta come up when I come up
When I grab the pen and write, that's like mixing lean and sprite
Got the gas, got the rello, where the motherfucking light?
Money making mission, Man I'm tryna see a hundred M's
99 problems hundred rounds gone be all of them
We pop off like big guns, you pop off like fireworks
You a fuck nigga, you get the tax, cause round here that's how it work
We pull up and served'em and go about our business
I don't know these niggas, they so unfamiliar
These niggas was sleep, now I'm showing you bitches
And I turn up daily, No soda you bitches
[D Woodz: Verse 4]
Designer my shoes, I stay with the tool
I aim it at you, I spray at your dude
What you tryna do? That nigga that [?]
We stick together, you niggas just don't
My gas smell like [?], Giuseppe and [?]
Respect what I wore, may die if you don't
The money she want, he fuckin' or don't
Won't call you next morn, [???]
The money I count, I stack to the ceiling
Got money, got bitches, don't flex when I visit
My diamonds and jewelry is very expensive
Got that and freeband like the living we living