No Tomorrow

歌詞

[Intro: Trigg'nomm] Hmm, yeah, check it out [Trigg'nomm] Directified, punk niggas need to step aside I keep it gangstafied, me and my nine can't wait to slide Bulletproof nowadays, to ease the pain Fuck fame, a nigga still feel reign Bitches the same, sneak to keep a new game Ain't nothin' changed, if it ain't one thing It be a muthafuckin' 'nother, word mother to the other Peace to Guinea Kim, big brother Little talkin', ain't nothin' sweet, I peep the skittle talk And play around, you lay around, with your fiddle talkin' Danger, I be that nigga labeled as a stranger With four limbs string, fuck your Power Ranger Fuck hockey, nigga, them crackers can't stop me I set 'em up and wet 'em up, somethin' sloppy Fuck a bitch, just like a snitch, sugar stitch An only switch, is that a snitch, hig and ditch So fuck a snitcher, dime drop 'em, we gotta stop 'em Glock 'em, pop 'em, block boot knock 'em E.D.A.D., nigga don't play me I change the pace with the flash of my waist I'm peelin' out, I'm bustin' off or get the illin' out Bullets keep the spillin' out, to feel 'em what I'm feelin' out Horror, I bet the sun is shine tomorrow I hate the bottle, like there's no tomorrow [Chorus x2: Trigg'nomm] I think about tomorrow, to wanna hit the bottle To kill all my sorrow, hit your day away I got to stay away, all lay, lay away I love you, tomorrow, your just a day away [Trigg'nomm] The slang spitter, bitch gritter, money getter Niggas is funny with the money, meet the pistol whipper Rotten apple rappin', I pull my gat and just started clappin' That's how it happen, stop askin' me what happened Your noisy ass, actin' like Josie and the Pussy-ass Kick ass for the cats, quick to click for the cash Where I'm from, the sun don't shine, the rain don't stop Cops totin' glocks, yet they still gettin' shot Niggas is snakin', filthy and in this lab of bakin' Cab dollar makin', never fake it, three to the mind It's swine, like wine I get better with time Gots to approx' mine, so no man can stop you Untouchable, or edable, gat totin' vet I make your set wetable, check my weather crew Death to any, I kills for my pennies A body for my dollars, make cents, I'm convinced To kidnap you, gat smack you, gun slap you A.K.A. the Coney Island Gangsta Rapper Feelin' when I'm chillin', my blunt, my bottle And I'mma hit that shit like it's no tomorrow [Chorus x2] [Trigg'nomm] For days and days with the shit that pays Black bust back nigga, you just got grays Warfare gorilla style, bodies by the pounds Niggas you never know me if you don't know me by now Testin' my strength, I'mma flex full length And at the same time, get paid like Johnny Kemp It's Friday night, I'm camouflaged at the party To drinkin' some Bacardi, I'm about to catch a body The forecast was foggy, like walk on the green I pull my machine, get the money, the CREAM Criminals got to eat, need my minerals Times are pitiful, I got to live critical Year of the nine, yo, what's up with these? Year of the nine, yo, what's up with these? Those that act bold, I'm back to unfold Smack you with that bottle of Old Gold, I stoled your lust I'm quick to bust, hit the dust Skulls'll get crushed, niggas kill that fuss I'm out the jungle, like tees and a gat, man Original black man from Coney to Islam [Chorus x2]