No Ecstasy lyrics by Real Boston Richey, Woodboy Gee feat. Karri DaFinesser, Dank USA
Intro
Man, I told my nigga Woodboy Gee he from the Southside now
You already know what the fuck goin’ on, man, 38 Ridge Road shit, nigga
Stop playin’
Chorus
I don’t pop no ecstasy
I’d rather pour up lean ’cause pills don’t do enough for me
Niggas slidin’, cross that chop, they can’t get next to me
Necklace half a lamb chop, your nigga ain’t got the cheese
Your nigga ain’t got the cheese, lil’ bitch, you gon’ fuck or not?
I hit the airport, get a rental, park it at my spot
No competition, but in my city, I got the biggest watch
I hit up Richey, hold your motion ’cause the city hot
Verse 1
Jeezy say the city hot, this shit here for the feds
I trap on Tuesdays and Thursdays, these niggas scared
Before my chain, Nucho gavе me his and let me wеar it
Wee just say he need a thick bitch look like Rocky Red
Verse 2
She look like Rocky Red, Bubba Kush, the price droppin’
I might can take you to the Ritz, but I can’t take you shoppin’
I’m at the office out the sunroof, a Miami Dolphin (For sure)
Lil’ bitch keep throwin’ me in my motion ’cause she steady talkin’
Verse 3
Lil’ bitch keep tellin’ me she got motion, she tryna act bossy
How many bitches havin’ motion from Lil Gee and Boston?
I’m finesse y’all with a .38 baby, Mr. Public Housing
I don’t give a fuck ‘bout what they doin’, just keep that money pilin’
Verse 4
Just keep that money pilin’, nigga told right at the station
I fuck with YC, but we ain’t takin’ applications
The plane land, we get the case and it’s a celebration
Fuck the police, the detectives, and the federation
Verse 5
And the federation, tell me why these niggas hatin’
A fifty-ball in thirty days, boy, my trap ain’t vacant
Two SRTs back to back, me and Richey racin’
Gotta keep a Glock case these niggas wanna take me
Chorus
I don’t pop no ecstasy
I’d rather pour up lean ‘cause pills don’t do enough for me
Niggas slidin’, cross that chop, they can’t get next to me
Necklace half a lamb chop, your nigga ain’t got the cheese
Your nigga ain’t got the cheese, lil’ bitch, you gon’ fuck or not?
I hit the airport, get a rental, park it at my spot
No competition, but in my city, I got the biggest watch
I hit up Richey, hold your motion ‘cause the city hot
