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