No Recruits

English translation

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

I don't rap a lot, but I don't do this shit. Putting 'em in a, in a, in a yoke.

Putting them glitches and snitches and shit on point, -man. This shit here wicked.

-Waking up on Sunday, I wasn't getting saved. We was waking up on Monday bonding out the cage.

In a trap full of roaches, bonding out from raids. Before I let a nigga kill me, I'd die from AIDS.

Do this shit with ease like Febreze, walk up and we spray.

God, please forgive my evil, I pray every day. Like I'm putting my kids to sleep, lil' nigga play and he late.

Keep me a gun on the waist. I'm 'bout to punish your faded state.

Young nigga feel like I'm Trey. I score a dub in an A.

Call up out like say-ay, we can pull up any way.

I ain't ever tripping about no money, I make like a hundred a day.

We can slide up, all bulletproof trucks, or we can pull up in some K's. What we doing?

We not recruiting. So what the fuck is we doing?

Who the fuck is we shooting?

Whole bunch of Chanel and Marni shit, it look like we looting.

We ain't running out this shit no time soon, we went about two of 'em.

Niggas be talking all this gang shit, you don't even really be outside.

I'm with the same ones that I came with, we had beef all of our lives.

I thought this rap shit was what's best for us, no more interviews, I'm tired.

If we don't make it out from this fame shit, just tell my mama I tried.

Uh, soon as we get a low-low, they ride four deep in that four-door.

Like shots close range, but we'll pull up on they block and shoot from the logo.

I ain't rocking this chain ass since I was new to the game, did all this dolo.

And I'm bodied out of options, so they passing out label problems to Polo. SIT, that's the

Challenger. Lil' bro hop out the passenger.

I come from the worst of the worst where the lil' niggas just tryna see who savage it.

Two-ton, I'm the ambassador. We hunt for blood like Dracula.

Cooling with some thugs, I'm happier. Tweaking off them drugs and we clappin' you. And that's it.

Man, I would call it quits.

We like two, three, four, five, six, shit, man, I call a blitz. I'm from up north, east side connections, pass the ball to Drench.

Glock 19 with a switch on the back of it'll have him falling quick.

If he in my lane, I bang like Shaq and I'm too tall to miss.

Why they always want everything we got when we took all the risks?

If it's beef, we'll diss like rappers hit these hoes and they shit. Now we rich, we live like crackers, cribs all in the Ritz.

Uh, for real. Uh, for real, for real. Uh, uh. Yeah, nigga, for real.

Thirty-seven hundred. Say nothing, that's. . .

I don't even know how many numbers on my team.

I don't even know if-