No Weakness Lyrics
Let me explain something to you
When I say I’m really like that
What I mean is
I’m the culture
What I’ve continuously given to the game
This shit can’t be duplicated
I’m one of one
DJ Drama
Poppin’, I came here to get it poppin’
I fuck her, don’t take her shoppin’
That money, I got a lot
That car, it ain’t got no top
These n***** ain’t got no bitches
That’s why they hatin’ a lot
My 64 got switches, I pull up and make ’em stop
They call me Young Khalifa
The one that fuck but don’t call ‘er ’cause I don’t fuckin’ need her
Don’t need n***** to show me love ’cause I don’t love ’em neither
Don’t let politics intervene, I get my money then leave
I hear ’em talk but they don’t want it wit’ me
I fuck her after my shows, send her to unc then she coming with me
Don’t even have to give her number to me
See all my n***** living comfortably, roll some weed and puff it with me
You’re some frequent flyer, I’ll be your supplier
Let’s smoke a paper plane, shorty, let’s get higher
These bitches selling pussy but I ain’t the buyer
Taylor Gang my attire, I’m living life like The Wire
If she ain’t fuckin’, she fired
Khalifa, man
I don’t care how many times I gotta prove myself
That’s what I come here for
Them n***** not built like us
TIP, holla at ’em
Ain’t no accident, it’s the demolition man
Burner match and set a fire to yo’ minivan
Go to war with any man, you can get a chance
Anybody get it, youngin spinnin’ like a ceiling fan
Connect you to the brick in the town on the love
I can get you the best lawyer when you ran to the fuzz
Get ya girl when you in the city
You want a buzz, I can get you drugs
You want a bitch fur coat, I can get you hers
What you negotiate matter, it ain’t ’bout what you deserve
Them n***** curvin’ hoes and servin’ hoes
But not with every ho they know will go
And go again, Atlanta peaches and they foreign friend, they be goin’ in
Ain’t gotta lure them in
So fuck shit, better gon’ with it
Paper on me at all times like I was born with it
Anybody get it and everybody fuckin’ with it
Most iconic out of my mothafuckin’ city, n****
Symba
Out in Miami, pullin’ yachts off the dock
Barely watch my watch ’cause this money come round the clock
I got a few haters but they too broke to be opps
Tryna juggle all these women, I’m starting feel like my pops
Walkin’ out of Nobu, put Gracey Hunter in the drop
I’m with the block, we turned the Hollywood Hills into Antioch
These keyboard killas been constantly takin’ shots
But my dawgs will put a hole in your steppers like they was Crocs
These hoes back in they feelin’s, so what? I’m back on my grind
Where was you bitches at when your bread was longer than mine?
I used to pull out my card and would pray it wouldn’t decline
But God ain’t always answer my prayers, just sent his signs
The Maybach just like the crib, it came with blinds
The crib got heated marble floors, I’m doing fine
Forever about a dime, I promise I had to climb
I ain’t even hit my prime, I told you n***** results take time
You n***** talkin’ ’bout flowers
N****, I been gettin’ bouquets by the truckload recently
And I’m far from satisfied
Oh yeah
My foot is on you n*****’ necks
And you can feel it
Let’s dance
N****