Lyrical Breakdown of No Sucker (feat. Moneybagg Yo) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) Uh-oh, the game in trouble Started off small, now they payin' me double Yeah, you can drip check, baby, like Mustard, yeah Uh-oh, you better not trust 'em Rotate 'em, all these hoes on shuffle Money team, got a whole M in a duffle Bitch, got the nerve to say she don't like rubbers She don't know that I know she be fuckin' my brother Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker, yeah West Coast, smokin' on Gushers, yeah Cartier watch, shit busted, yeah I done ran up a whole lot, yeah I don't want the twat, just top, yeah Goin' up a whole 'nother notch, yeah Can't be stuck in one slot, yeah Levels, Rolls-Royce truck in the ghetto F's on the wheel wave hello, yeah Bitch probably mad I ain't dello La-la-la, I am not Carmelo Word to the opps, they gon' drop, better lay low Haha, nah, I'm just playin', they can come out Runnin' up the money, I ain't never tryna run out, yeah Police get behind me, I'ma burn out (Smash) How you get it 'fore it even come out? (Cash) How you make a milli' in a drought? (Bag) Traphouse geeked up fast My mama don't like it, she ain't got no swag I don't stay with my mama, I been in my bag Yeah, I got it, nigga, fuck what I had, yeah Y'all niggas need to give me my swag back Go against me, get hashtagged Ain't standin' that, nigga, I'm past that How your jacket Dior and your pants match? Road runnin', bringin' these bands back You can take it how you want it, I'm sayin' facts They done crunked me up, I was layin' back I'm the wave, nigga, give me my sand back Hopped out on 'em with a chopstick They done killed that boy with a hand strap You straight, I ain't givin' your mans dap Uh-oh, the game in trouble Started off small, now they payin' me double Yeah, you can drip check, baby, like Mustard, yeah Uh-oh, you better not trust 'em Rotate 'em, all these hoes on shuffle Money team, got a whole M in a duffle Bitch got the nerve to say she don't like rubbers She don't know that I know she be fuckin' my brother Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker, yeah West Coast, smokin' on Gushers, yeah Cartier watch, shit busted, yeah I done ran up a whole lot, yeah I don't want the twat, just top, yeah Goin' up a whole 'nother notch, yeah Can't be stuck in one slot, yeah I'm goin' up a whole 'nother notch Lil' bruh just put a nigga on Fox, damn A rock fell out of my watch I ain't get mad, I just switched out clocks (Hahaha) Treat a bad bitch like a thot (What you do?) Burn her head pullin' off the lot Water on water, rockin' ice on the yacht Bought a traphouse and it came with a pot (Ugh, ugh) The game in trouble like some badass childrens Did they just really give me 80K for thirty minutes? Yup And can't nobody tell me how to spend it, bitch Send it to the hood, let 'em flip it (In the trenches) She want me to love on her, no way Ain't José, I don't do what the hoes say (Nope) HD, Blu-Ray, clear shit (What that mean?) Diamonds on me look 4K (Ugh) Married to the money for better or worse But nah I ain't walked down no aisle (Caked up) That lil' nigga fucked up He'll walk a nigga down with a Kool-Aid smile Yesterday spent 40K on a necklace I'm flexin', look close and you'll see your reflection She a lil' gangster, I like her complexion She get so wetty, then bust like confetti If I don't do nothing, that money, I get it Uh-oh, the game in trouble Started off small, now they payin' me double Yeah, you can drip check, baby, like Mustard, yeah Uh-oh, you better not trust 'em Rotate 'em, all these hoes on shuffle Money team, got a whole M in a duffle Bitch got the nerve to say she don't like rubbers She don't know that I know she be fuckin' my brother Bitch, I ain't goin' out like no sucker, yeah West Coast, smokin' on Gushers, yeah Cartier watch, shit busted, yeah I done ran up a whole lot, yeah I don't want the twat, just top, yeah Goin' up a whole 'nother notch, yeah Can't be stuck in one slot, yeah