No Kizzy

'Til we deceased
 Know what I'm sayin', this
 YSL for life until we deceased
 That ain't this
 Capeesh?
 The other one, yeah
 Crazy, man
 Twenty-four, they can hit me one more for the Jett line
 Yeah, no kizzy, no kizzy, no cap, no kizzy...
 You dig, Hood Baby, you dig me?
 You dig, Hood Baby, no cap, Hood Baby
 Do you dig, Hood Baby, Slatt Gotit
 Yeah, Slatt Gotit, Slatt Gotit, Melodic Desert
 Do you dig, YoungProducers
 Slatt Gotit, know you dig, Slatt Gotit, YSL life
 Bentley coupe, yeah, for my moms
 My diamonds, they hit with the sun
 Clutchin' on blick when I walk through the mall
 I just flew in with Big Jett, he got Adderall
 Watch him put the Percs on you, small or the tall
 Said don't care bout that vest on you, we shoot head, dawg
 His bankroll ain't nothing funny, Lil Duval
 I'm stuffin' meatballs in her mouth, yeah, them jaws
 I'm rockin' spaghetti-getti-wetti, y'all
 Lil Carter on Vevo, our money large
 With one gun and trap phones and my dawgs
 Lil' nigga, get out the way or catch the ball
 She cough on my dick and I think she need Halls
 Let them start the problem, yeah, watch my gang solve
 Cartier frames on me, I look exquisite
 Let 'em bawk like some chickens, I cut off they wings
 I told her no kissin', these racks is no kizzy
 Won't nut no dude want no baby, no kizzy
 She dressed like a Jada, lil' baby, don't kiss it
 I'm still YSL, slime a Richard Mille
 If I pop it, then everybody is some bitches
 Heard the opps sip lean, shoot him in his kidneys
 Trust Dae and Fat 'cause big slime got so many
 Up the blicky on Rice Street, then broke out the Bentley
 Sometimes Water By G or Avi' my bling-bling
 He cuffin' that bitch, but she moppin' my ding-ding
 I don't gotta rhyme, I seen too much of leeching
 No kizzy, I keep a blue slime, his name Nechie
 If I go up, most these rappers gon' be broke
 Had to foreign my bitch, I met her at the Vogue
 I came in that Maybach, slidin' like the Pope
 King Hood Baby, my son a prince, we hit your ho
 Act like her mama, she a dick-eater
 Call of Duty sticks when they come greet you
 You still a shrimp, but you came how I see you
 I made my whole family some believers
 Hood Baby from Lil Haiti on Bleveland
 Off exotic drugs, I'm Charlie Sheen
 Went iced out my boy, yeah, it's a Demon
 I still rock that ice even though I'm anemic
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 I told you no kizzy
 I touch your baby daddy, shot him, he drippin'
 Or we gon' catch him at the Blood, gettin' blitzed
 Or we can turn him to a wreck and slime biz him
 Or ten-piece wing that boy, fry him and crisp him
 We'll blow up a fuck nigga mind, a brittle
 He still a lil' boy, you can tell, just tickle
 We gon' wait to slide, just let the man get him
 Expensive slime, important
 Bentley coupe, yeah, for my moms
 My diamonds, they hit with the sun
 Clutchin' on blick when I walk through the mall
 I just flew in with Big Jett, he got Adderall
 Watch him put the Percs on you, small or the tall
 Said don't care bout that vest on you, we shoot head, dawg
 His bankroll ain't nothing funny, Lil Duval
 I'm stuffin' meatballs in her mouth, yeah, them jaws
 I'm rockin' spaghetti-getti-wetti, y'all
 Lil Carter on Vevo, our money large
 With one gun and trap phones and my dawgs
 Lil' nigga, get out the way or catch the ball
 She cough on my dick and I think she need Halls
 Let them start the problem, yeah, watch my gang solve
 Cartier frames on me, I look exquisite
 Let 'em bawk like some chickens, I cut off they wings
 I told her no kissin', these racks is no kizzy