Kuttem Reese ft. Lil Durk - No Statements Lyrics

Ayy, ayy
Look
We ain't gettin' on no live, nigga
We ain't sendin' out no threats, nigga, look
Who the fuck is KuttEmReese?
Who the fuck is that? (Who is that?)
I'm finna show you right here
I'm finna show you right here
Look

We ain't sendin' out no texts, nigga
We ain't gettin' on no live talkin' 'bout beef and sendin' out threats, nigga
All your niggas crashin', follow the blind and you crash next, nigga (okay, okay)
Baby Joe can go on that Ace of Spades to come out as that nigga (outta here)
Every time I come, I come direct, nigga, get your aim right
He ordered sixty-two shots, in five attempts, must ain't aim right
I wasn't even there, you missed your target and I was in plain sight
Get in the car, everybody get laced up and get them things right (come on, come on)
Fuck the red and blue lights, we still gon' slide, we doin' it the same night (right now, right now)
I just got the drop, yeah, after this light, just make the same right (bro, go right)
Scrapped his gang, she must've seen how I scrap, but know she a dang dyke
You sent your stepper and guess what happened, that nigga lost his damn life (outta here)
I got 'em high, I know he mad I got 'em out his element
He IG Live talkin' paperwork, but he ain't got no evidence (cap, cap)
How the fuck I'ma rap and be KuttEm Reese if I'm 'posed to be on that tellin' shit
I would have caught a flight and went with 6ix9ine if I was on that federal shit
Y'all ain't really care about y'all nigga, y'all just made him serve
Like the other side, them boys ain't never slide, I know they family hurt
I'm runnin' with them Z's, but you know me, I grew up in church
This for that nigga screamin', "Pressure!" Til' he in the dirt
This for that nigga screamin', "Pressure!" Til' he in the dirt
Rrah, rrah, CKN, bitch

Smurk
Ha, I'm with real gang members in this bitch right now
Real killers for real knowin' them

Get on niggas asses, you fuck with them niggas, we don't give out passes (let's get it)
Them niggas was braggin', get on their ass and turn they brothers ashes (grrah)
Dissin' me ain't safe, this shit for real, my shit gon' come with caskets (facts)
I hang with some takers, they ain't with me, if you catch them niggas askin' (man what?)
Lil' bro give headshots for real (yeah)
Calm bro down, he off two pills (yeah)
Slide on opps, bro got the wheel (yeah)
Black box on the Glock for real
Roll my dawg got two Glocks for real
Dude ass head got shot and lived (let's get it)
I don't let hoes come to the crib
For that cash they'll drop yo' lo' for real (bitch)
I'm a gangsta, shit, I'm a Chiraq baby
What's it like? It's like Iraq, baby
Who ain't a ho? I know you like that, baby
That highspeed in that Hellcat crazy (skrrt)
Why you playin'? Ain't no Glock on safety
Switches touch, that top go crazy (top go crazy)
Lil' bro treat that Glock like Brady (let's get it)
Drunk some lean, I'm too sedated (dope)
What red light? I'm not Toosii, baby (I'm not Toosii)
We don't stop at those, you crazy?
I just paid my dawg his bond, I just paid my lawyer eighty
Like, wait, bro, you gotta pause for this
Ayy, bitch, take off your drawers for this
Ayy, snitch, what you gon' call this shit?
I'm rich, free all my dawgs again
Let's get it

Yeah, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm
Mm
Mm, mm, mm
You might hear them chains clickin' in this motherfucker
Gang, gang, gang