No Noise - Snap Capone, Sneakbo

Call me what you want but you can’t call me broke

I’m burning all these bridges I don’t cross no more

I don’t trust no more, I don’t love no more

I don’t feel this niggas, I don’t feel these bitches, man fuck them all

I’ve just got a new whip like skrr

I’m the man with the bands, that’s the word

Nowadays I get racks for a verse

I know God but I never go church

I got stabbed and my boy got merked

And if I died then it would’ve been worse

A hundred and fifty young G’s on my curb

Get him done when I give em that word

Nigga don’t say «word», this ain’t '06

This ain’t back then, man be on some grown shit

Yes bitch, yes bitch, this ain’t '06

Just like back then imma come and smoke shit

Cause I be on shit, I don’t give a shit

SW9, I be out on the strip

Niggas say that they’re looking for me

Get my strap, I’m out on these streets

Local, they ain’t really on me

They don’t really, they don’t really want beef

Don’t be silly, don’t be playing round with me

You want fame?

You can hit the TV

And boy that’s word to my G’s, word to the team

Word to the bruddas that I’m still GG

Niggas wanna be like me, wanna hate on me, fuck being friendly

It’s Political Peak, all of these niggas are neeks

All these niggas are pussies, these niggas are dickheads

They can’t do it with me

I’m fed up, I’m dressed up in black, I don’t call my niggas and that

I do it myself, I circle the streets, my niggas will tell you the facts

Fuck all the fame and the money

These niggas must think that it’s funny

These niggas run laps when it’s sunny

Call me what you want but you can’t call me broke

I’m burning all these bridges I don’t cross no more

I don’t trust no more, I don’t love no more

Fam I’ve heard bare man put bare money on my head

They ain’t making no noise, they ain’t making no noise

They ain’t making no noise

I don’t see this niggas, don’t see these bitches, don’t see these boys

They ain’t making no noise, they ain’t making no noise

They ain’t making no noise

I don’t know these bitches, I don’t know these boys

Suede Giuseppe sneakers, rolling round with ninas

General Snap, got lines like Adidas

Niggas talking beef, I hope you’re all believers

With this AK akh I can make you see Jesus

Never talk that cruddy shit you never live

I’m in that 760 Beema moving devilish

I’m a coke boy, all you niggas broke boy

I’ve got that coke boy, forty for a box nigga oh boy

I’m strapped with that shotty or the old boy

Or the ting with the whistle making no noise

It’s S-N and S-N, tell your bitch bring a bredrin

Violate me, can’t sleep akh

My gun got a body like a sleeping bag

I’ll roll up in that blue or that green S Jag

I’ll lay a nigga flat like a TV stand

Brains on the wall, plasma

I don’t street fight, Blanka

I’ve got a nine and a nank and some nunchucks

Head shot scrape a nigga’s dandruff

If it’s beef it’s beef my nigga, Margiela, Louboutin killer

I’m a mobster drug dealer, MJ flow, I’m a thriller

Call me what you want but you can’t call me broke

I’m burning all these bridges I don’t cross no more

I don’t trust no more, I don’t love no more

Fam I’ve heard bare man put bare money on my head

They ain’t making no noise, they ain’t making no noise

They ain’t making no noise

I don’t see this niggas, don’t see these bitches, don’t see these boys

They ain’t making no noise, they ain’t making no noise

They ain’t making no noise

I don’t know these bitches, I don’t know these boys