SOB X RBE - No Discussion Lyrics

RBE, SOB that's the gang bitch

First things, first, shooter with me and he clutchin'
Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions
Switch whips then go chill with my bitch like its nothin'
But you would never know when you fuckin' with them suckas
Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey
She tell me that she love me that's a mothafuckin' shame
Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range
But you ain't gotta pay it when you snatch it from a lame

Can someone please tell me why they hate us so bad?
Why these niggas so mad?
Probably cause yo bitch want an sob nigga
'Cause she tired of yo ass
And I'm still with the same niggas I was raised with
'Strictly Only Brothers', we be strictly on some gang shit
And that's why, bitch I'm too anti
I can't trust these hoes, so don't ask me why can I
'Cause she only want a nigga 'cause I'm on nigga
Can somebody please tell me if I'm wrong nigga
Buffed up like a strong nigga
12 years old was bustin' moves like a grown nigga
You got the right nigga, but the wrong nigga
Feds on the line, girl I can't be on the phone with you
If you ain't a loyal bitch, can't get along with you
If you a broke nigga, I can't smoke no strong with you

I don't send 'good morin' texts', I'm the nigga who receive them
These hoes ain't shit, I'ma dog 'em then I leave 'em
Cut a bitch off, you the nigga tryna keep 'em
Prescriptions through the buffs, fuck niggas I don't see 'em
Aye, and what these lil niggas mad fo'?
How they feelin' froggy but ain't leap? Must be tadpoles
Keep a big clip, this bitch longer than a afro
I'm married to that cash, fuck a bitch, I'm a asshole
Black nigga with the mac like Bernie
Bro got the .30, he's a shoot like Curry
Tints on the buffs, mothafuckas get blurry
And niggas talkin' down, 'LOL', I ain't worried
If it ain't money I ain't pickin' up my telephone
And how these niggas real? They get to run around and tell on hoes
White frames see through fake like a telescope
These bullets comin' to a nigga live like it's Periscope, gang

First things, first, shooter with me and he clutchin'
Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions
Switch whips then go chill with my bitch like its nothin'
But you would never know when you fuckin' with them suckas
Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey
She tell me that she love me, that's a mothafuckin' shame
Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range
But you ain't gotta pay it when you snatch it from a lame

George got the chop, make you lean like a bo' sippa
T.O got the stock 25 shots fo' four niggas
Knew what these streets was when a nigga dove in 'em
See you broke hoes a mile away, I got hoe vision
Was shootin' at the ground, tryna have a nigga toe missin'
I'm up top with it, tryna have a nigga dome missin'
And if yo bitch slide, she get all head, no kissin'
Thinkin' I'ma cuff, LOL, bro this hoe trippin'
Pause bitch, I'ma mothafuckin' dog bitch
And I stay strapped like I never gon' raw bitch
Y'all can have a million guns, still ain't goin' spark shit
Gang full of demons, ain't no nigga finna cross shit
Bro's turned to fake niggas, swear I hate snake niggas
Seen true colors, so this .40 have to paint niggas
7.62's for you suckas and who hang with 'em
SOB bitch, if I'm fuckin' then the gang hittin', bitch

First things, first, shooter with me and he clutchin'
Air this bitch out, ain't got time for discussions
Switch whips then go chill with my bitch like its nothin'
But you would never know when you fuckin' with them suckas
Can't trust hoes, I can't even trust my mainey
She tell me that she love me, that's a mothafuckin' shame
Buffs on my face cost a mothafuckin' Range
But you ain't gotta pay it when you snatch it from a lame