No Front

Grow up, nigga
 Yuh, yuh
 A front, nigga, this is not that, no, this is not a front
 I hunt niggas down and blow em' back
 I'm smokin' while I'm countin' blue cheese
 A blunt, that's for every single stack
 Ferrari and the spoiler came attached
 A hundred somethin' thousand spent on that
 Filet Mignon, crab well done
 Super hot, a tan with no sun
 Like Craig, I'm still the man with no gun
 Serve a nigga beef with no bun
 Niggas got a foul, and one
 Fur coat, style Cam'ron
 New Versace towel, step on
 She wetter than a cloud, umbrella
 She wanna stay the night, can't let her
 She had to go, so I had to tell her
 A life without a drum is no fun
 A hundred plus shots and one gun
 A hundred shots of lean, not rum
 I don't drink liquor, just lean
 Never popped a pill, not one bean
 Used to serve the fiends one thing
 Baking soda rocks with chlorine
 Faygo soda, popping Codeine
 The highest, flyest guy with no wings
 Moncler orthopedics, no strings
 Used to have to eat the sardines
 Glizzy on the waist by all means
 You can't put out the flame with no breeze
 You can't grow this weed with those seeds
 You can't pull a bitch with those beads
 Easel Diesel, VVS stones
 My whole gang got Bawskee vests on
 Bulletproof to keep the chest strong
 Give me someone else to flex on
 All you niggas soft, get pressed on
 A front, nigga, this is not that
 I hunt niggas down and blow em' back
 I'm smokin' while I'm countin' blue cheese
 A blunt, that's for every single stack
 Ferrari and the spoiler came attached
 A hundred somethin' thousand spent on that
 Filet Mignon, crab well done
 Super hot, a tan with no sun
 A front, nigga, this is not that
 I hunt niggas down and blow em' back
 I'm smokin' while I'm countin' blue cheese
 A blunt, that's for every single stack
 Ferrari and the spoiler came attached
 A hundred somethin' thousand spent on that
 Filet Mignon, crab well done
 Super hot, a tan with no sun