No Cosign

Look it (I'mma tap in, 88, he got the chops on him) Ayy, tell 'em stop lying, ayy, we the ones who really outside Getting our muscle up like it's program time, look it Fourth wavers toting 40s and 45s To the ones we don't like, start pressing they line, look it She started jockin' 'cause the way that I rhyme She ain't a ten, but she a eight or a nine And getting punked? It couldn't be one of mines One of the hottest youngins out here with no cosign Ayy, what it is, bitch? What it do, ho? If she ain't suckin' or fuckin', then she can move on She just want to come and chill up in the studio We ran the choo-choo train 'cause she ain't new to those Do my thing and pass to the team, then she get booted on And why you lovin' on that bitch? Ayy, she a booty call And, yeah, I call her a ho, you call her beautiful I be with thugs, you be with nerds in your videos Poking his chest out every time he start rapping But I'm the one that'll catch him in traffic and do him tragic Hit a couple licks just like this gun got magic I'm the maniac in black and when I see him, attack him You don't gotta ask about the kid, I check up Check my resume, hard body and straight thug Hella young, running amok, and real ones show love If they speakin' on my name, when I see em' they know what's up Ayy, tell 'em stop lying, ayy, we the ones who really outside Getting our muscle up like it's program time, look it Fourth wavers toting 40s and 45s To the ones we don't like, start pressing they line, look it She started jockin' 'cause the way that I rhyme She ain't a ten, but she a eight or a nine And getting punked? It couldn't be one of mines One of the hottest youngins out here with no cosign (ayy) Bitch, I'll hit that road like Jack Oh, that's your boy? I hit your bro with a MAC She want a face to face, only hit from the back, ayy She want a kiss, but I gave her some dap The face okay, I only hit 'cause she got ass She getting on my nerves, but she all about her bag She setting 'em up and I run in with a mask She fell in love with a thug 'cause she knowing I'm the man He get out of line, I'mma put him in place Andy Ruiz of the streets, I'm the champ and the heavyweight Your bitch was a ho, man, she been bust dates I was Benny of the sandlot, I been run plays One of the faces of the town, so watch your face in the city Why would praise a group of lames? Man, you gotta be kidding They don't want to get at me, they know I mob way different I hit the club with a banger and the mob in the building Ayy, tell 'em stop lying, ayy, we the ones who really outside Getting our muscle up like it's program time, look it Fourth wavers toting 40s and 45s To the ones we don't like, start pressing they line, look it She started jockin' 'cause the way that I rhyme She ain't a ten, but she a eight or a nine And getting punked? It couldn't be one of mines One of the hottest youngins out here with no cosign