Lyrics Dave East – No Stylist
Text:
DMac on the fuckin’ track
It’s Holiday season, bitch!
Dave East & BlocBoy JB:
I fucked your bitch on the island
This Gucci did not hit the isle yet
I came up right out the projects
Me and BlocBoy blowin’ loud shit
The hate is just part of the process
I throw that shit on, I’ma die fresh
I just spent 90K on some diamonds
90K up on some diamonds
You know my nigga be shinin’
Bezel the watch, perfect timin’
No slow dance, but a nigga grindin’
Niggas talking wrong man, what are you finding
You could go both hands, I’ll leave ’em spineless
I fucked your bitch on a island
All of my niggas be wildin’
Dave East:
Sick in the head, when I shoot it, I’m smilin’
Can’t believe I made it out public housing
I used to wake up and break down them ounces
I just did a walk-through, I wake up and count it
I call my loc ’bout these bitches in Memphis
Elliot got me these necklaces, it’s tinted
I just bought a Maybach, and no, it’s not rented
Keep comin’ with back-ends, you know I’ma spend it
BlocBoy JB:
We get the back-ends
And it’s no lackin’
Curry came in through the back end
We get them packs in
We serve that shit make it look like some back-ends
These niggas actin’, they ain’t got they packs in
I’m ’bout to break ’em down just like a fraction
Dave East & BlocBoy JB:
I took your bitch and I fucked on a island
Get fresh on my own, I do not got a stylist
I’m fly as fuck like a mo’fuckin’ pilot
I step back and shoot ’cause these niggas be foulin’
My youngin’ gon’ shoot, he in love with the violence
I just popped a pill and it fucked up my balance
I lay ’em down like I just did a tile in
I throw ’em down like intentional grounding
I fucked your bitch on the island
I’m in a new whip with no mileage
This Gucci did not hit the isle yet
I came up right out them projects
Me and BlocBoy blowin’ loud shit
The hate is just part of the process
I throw that shit on, I’ma die fresh
I just spent 90K on some diamonds
90K up on some diamonds
You know my nigga be shinin’
Bezel the watch, perfect timin’
No slow dance, but a nigga grindin’
Niggas talking wrong man, what are you finding
You could go both hands, I’ll leave ’em spineless
I fucked your bitch on a island
All of my niggas be wildin’
I took your bitch and I fucked on a island
Get fresh on my own, I do not got a stylist
I’m fly as fuck like a mo’fuckin’ pilot
I step back and shoot ’cause these niggas be foulin’
My youngin’ gon’ shoot, he in love with the violence
I just popped a pill and it fucked up my balance
I lay ’em down like I just did a tile in
I throw ’em down like a intentional grounding
Album
Dave East – Dave East - Karma 2
