No L's (Explicit)

No L's (Explicit) - Smino

Lyrics by：Christopher Smith Jr./Craig Xavier Brockman/Kalon Berry/Lee Hatim/Melissa Elliott/Michael Neil

Composed by：Christopher Smith Jr./Craig Xavier Brockman/Kalon Berry/Lee Hatim/Melissa Elliott/Michael Neil

Knock knock knock

Loud knockin'

Good w**d knockin' at your door

**** **** **** and you know we ****** up

She was there pull up you know we gonna ****

Oh **** she wanna coop up

No weak ****

Fried as **** Friday night

Friday night

Drivin' hot as ****

Hot as ****

Ain't got no license

Ain't got no lice'

I got all this stuff

All this stuff

Stuff on my mind

Stuff on my mind

Huh

These girls say Smino don't you know Friday your day

I told her I'm up on Venus right now girl I'm outta your space

And I know we face to face but I'm outta my body today

A n***a done worked so hard I ain't even noticing gains

My only goal get everything I want then give it away

Cheesecake sweepstake plant seeds irrigate

We just doin' this **** for the babes please s'cuse

That's what all this passion in me got me drillin' and shakin'

You are not set in stone all that **** that you wrote

Wrote in pencil and crayon

Crayon

I'm goin' Crayola get I'm goin' Crayola get high as Jay Hova

Get my final say from the seance

My beautiful angel my beautiful angel's my Beyoncé-ance

Ave Maria agave tequila my mind in the steamer my brain a museum

Don't got what you see I'm connected like seam

Cards that they dealt made a king out of him

Fried as **** Friday night

Friday night

Drivin' hot as ****

Hot as ****

Ain't got no license

Ain't got no lice'

I got all this stuff

All this stuff

Stuff on my mind

Stuff on my mind

Fried as **** Friday night

Drivin' hot as ****

Ain't got no license

I got all this stuff

All this stuff

Stuff on my mind

One two three four fifth cup in

My amigo done brought the Casamigos to the party

Send h*es on my side

I been havin' these h*es on they toes like Crocs

Ironic the pot what's the Crock

Brought the sauce in the stu' and this ***** breathin' fire

Yeah-yeah

Caucasian driver no top Greg Popp

But the spurs on that bih we outside

Horses

The goal wasn't guap

It was makin' more opportunities and opps

Fortunate fortitude we got some more to do

Overtake me and my rides

I really feel more community than comp'

'Round here we got motion

My bih ride around to Frank Ocean

These ******* want Nikes

My bro ride around with explosives

I'm feelin' the spirit the ghost

I can't be a mirror of somethin' that dog on the street

That I go through

Sometimes you gotta move when the spirit say so

Okay Jose I'm on Cuervo

Been afflicted feel like J-Lo

Just wanna lay low sometimes

Sometimes I find that I'm just complainin'-plainin'

Sometimes I find the time to get wasted sometimes