No Ceiling - Chetta

Bitch, I woke up in designer

Bet your bitch be my sponsor

Sip codeine, not no Vodka

Need some syrup like a wafer

IPhone get to booming right

Moving packs every single night

If they can get it, I can get it twice

For the l-ow, shawty, low bricks come over-night

Life

They ain’t living like I’m living, They just high off a hype

They ain’t feeling like I’m feeling, no

Catching cases, never feelings

Blow your brains out your skull

That’s why I call her no ceiling hoe

I been counting money all day

My plug, he fuck with me the long way

Be cool, they ain’t trynna play

Bet that AK open up like a hallway

Pull Up

Swerve

Pull Up

Serve

Pull Up

Swerve, Swerve

Pull Up

Serve, Serve

Pull up blowing gaudy, let the top back

Pull up at your spot, push your wig back

Not the type to talk, ain’t with the chit-chat

Tell me that you got it, you ain’t with that

She say I ain’t paid but I ain’t with the gossip

Rather shoot your block up, bullet shells like pasta

AK-47, clip like macaroni

Never trust a square, them is not your homies

I can’t fuck with lames, half you boys jabronis

Grew up by my grandma, eating bread, boloney

Now I’m grubbing noodles off of this dirty money

Took me all this time, You can’t take it from me

Wish somebody tried me, leave them wet and bloody

I don’t need a mask, want your ass to know me

Look me in my eyes, why I kill them softly

Bring you back to life, I’m the reapers homie