Luyện nghe bài hát NOBODY ON E

Fuck is you doing,
in the building with me

(Leek, that's fye there)
go

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole rich, ain't nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I came out streets
It could be cold, ride with the heat
He think he gangster, die when we met
got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the
Now we getting just to go on the stage

YSL boss, I was broke, now I'm
Twin on my face that got in the raid
I'm tryna free all my dawgs out the
Give me a year, I'ma cop me a
Stay in thе mall, call it in my ways
I don't play games but I sure make plays
Plus if I start it, I know finish
Shе want a and I want a milli'
and killin'
Home of the murderers and of the realest
I just be chilling, can't get in my
They know I'm hard but don't wanna
be hating but I still go and get it
I'm in the trap, that sending me titties
YSL loaded, and yeah, I'm
Bitch, it don't count if you broke and you
Walk in the mall, ballin', John
She on texting, I'm missin' her call
Dodging the bullshit, I can't fuck at all
callin' the law
I the plain Richard Millie, I don't want no Patek
Pissed off on IG but don't no static
jewelry, my water Atlantic
Geeked out my mind on a whole 'nother

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I came out them
It could be cold, gotta ride the heat
He think he gangster, gon' die we met
got no bitch but I keep 'em on fleek
I was just brakin' from 12 on the
Now we getting paid just to go on the

Catch him and chop off his
Sipping pints and I'm poppin' these pills
I the baddest lil' thotties
I pop the Addy, I'm out of my
This ain't court, we judge bitches for bodies
I was too high, I just slept in the
Put it Post-It, I know they gon'
I told her up and she got excited
Free my lil' dawg, got
I'm ready to crash out, ain't a riot
I really came out the jungle with
Speak on my name and bullets, they flyin'
Stay down and ran that shit up out the
keep on calling, they don't wanna wait
Spot in LA and it with a maid
I'm quarantine clean, now the money well

You see me out, bet I got it on me
Whole label rich, nobody on E
Don't do no cappin', I out them streets
It be cold, gotta ride with the heat
He think he gangster, die when we met
Don't got no bitch but I keep 'em on
I was just brakin' from 12 on the
Now we paid just to go on the stage