Lyrics No Reason – Lil Gnar feat. Lil Keed & Yak Gotti
I pull on that s**t for no reason
Dior, it come with no creases
Back in the day, they ain’t need me
I’m finna pull off in that ‘Ghini
Audemar just like a pelican
How my wrist got all this water
I’m finna f**k on a milf
And then go slaughter the daughter
Put that s**t on to wear to the mailbox
Hold on, I gotta answer the jail call
Still to keep that s**t on every day, on the daily
I do not take me a day off
Run my life, I’ma tell you what I seen
I never tell you what they saw
I’m in a pair of Amiri jeans
I walk around with a bankroll
Yes, yes, yes, I P.O.P. yes
They wonder what’s next, I head out the curve
I give ’em my word, I give you my word
Yeah, slatt, on top of index
Start a sentence, you gotta intend
I’m a menace, I come out of here
The Glock two-toned, Cha-ne’-ne’ the belt
You get what you want, you come over here
I’m rich and I know, the drip is severe
I wiped off your nose
I seen him pointing that s**t at her nose
This s**t getting real, uh huh
I drip like I’m out at the Nile
They finally done let in the real
I put a big carat in one of my ear
Because you back stabbing
I don’t want to hear
I cut the baguette, you see me and I’m over here
You over there, I’m over here
Cartier clarity, I seeing how they scamming
I don’t really want to see ’em
I don’t really want to see ’em
I already knew before I got it what I want go and get
What I want to walk in and gotta go and get
I pull on that s**t for no reason
Dior, it come with no creases
Back in the day, they ain’t need me
I’m finna pull off in that ‘Ghini
Audemar just like a pelican
How my wrist got all this water
I’m finna f**k on a milf
And then go slaughter the daughter
Put that s**t on to wear to the mailbox
Hold on, I gotta answer the jail call
Still keep that s**t on every day, on the daily
I do not take me a day off
Run my life, I’ma tell you what I seen
I never tell you what they saw
I’m in a pair of Amiri jeans
I walk around with a bankroll
The Cullinan drive like a boat
This wave got a young n**ga seasick
I’m tryna try out her throat
I took her down to the Regis
Balenciaga rainbow, I put ’em on like Yeezy
You can stab me in my back
I don’t give a f**k ’bout bleeding
I’m keeping them gold racks on me, any ho know
Got jail call from my big cousin
He told me put that s**t on
I went Porsche and I went ‘Vette, got me a new home
I went rose and I went white, Audemar two-tone
I’m gon’ slide ’bout my brothers even if they do wrong
Pop my s**t, make a lil’ bitty b**ch want choose up
Free Yak Gotti out that pen, talking ’bout the fast way
Snakes with me, we gon’ slime a n**ga out, put him in an ashtray
I pull on that s**t for no reason
Dior, it come with no creases
Back in the day, they ain’t need me
I’m finna pull off in that ‘Ghini
Audemar just like a pelican
How my wrist got all this water
I’m finna f**k on a milf
And then go slaughter the daughter
Put that s**t on to wear to the mailbox
Hold on, I gotta answer the jail call
Still keep that s**t on every day, on the daily
I do not take me a day off
Run my life, I’ma tell you what I seen
I never tell you what they saw
I’m in a pair of Amiri jeans
I walk around with a bankroll
I be rocking Amiri jeans
I put stones in my earrings
No, I don’t even talk on business
Like I’m blind, ain’t never seen it
And everything I got, I prayed to get it
And me and Yak in that Bentayga Bentley
Me and Gnar in the strip club throwing Benjis, yeah
And it’s crazy to me how one button’ll lose a ceiling, yeah
And I wear Bottega shoes with the Bottega vest
Yeah, this s**t too easy
I know n**gas who’ll trap or die, yeah, like a Jeezy
And I’m rocking with Guwop, to the f**king ..
Yeah, you know, we get in that game then we patch you, thin out
Yeah, you know we have a big bankroll not a thin knot
And that Draco do him nasty like .., you better not ever ..
I pull on that s**t for no reason
Dior, it come with no creases
Back in the day, they ain’t need me
I’m finna pull off in that ‘Ghini
Audemar just like a pelican
How my wrist got all this water
I’m finna f**k on a milf
And then go slaughter the daughter
Put that s**t on to wear to the mailbox
Hold on, I gotta answer the jail call
Still keep that s**t on every day, on the daily
I do not take me a day off
Run my life, I’ma tell you what I seen
I never tell you what they saw
I’m in a pair of Amiri jeans
I walk around with a bankroll…
➤ Written by Yak Gotti, Lil Keed & Lil Gnar
Album: Die Bout It
Produced by Bloublood, Diormade, LosAddos & BasoBeats
Lil Gnar | Lil Keed | Yak Gotti | 2022
