Zara Bash & Ty Safari - No Pity

Shawty off the molly
She said hi and stood behind me
Two twin glocks I think they siamese
I wanna try em come and try me
He ran up we did him grimey
Caught a body perfect timing
My new bitch look like Kehlani
Pussy wetter than a pisces
I told that bitch don't take no pics unless she fuckin
I know where he live slide up on em get to bussin
Nigga tried to steal my drip but couldn't fit it in his budget
And I'm rocking cold stones yeah I like it but you love it
Pussy nigga and I'm
Back for the kill
Niggas got pack for the deal
Yeah that ass fat is it real
Gotta grasp me a feel
Do you take cash or ya bills
Nigga lil Bash on the pills
Gotten fasten the wheels
Look at her ass in them heels
Need the cash and the grills
Need a pad in the hills
I'm a bad cat you a lab rat what it feel
She a bad bat ima tap that if its real goddamn

Come to yo city
Show no pity
Mr. T with all this gold, can't be friendly
Come to my city
You can't fuck with me
Make a empire on these hoes without a milli
Come to yo city
Show no pity
Mr. T with all this gold, can't be friendly
Come to my city
You can't fuck with me
Make a empire on these hoes without a milli

Did this shit with no handout
Ain't need a milli I stand out
Used to hate that I feel this way but money's all that I care about
So high don't know my whereabouts
Bitch we on go like a carryout
Niggas mad they in paradox
I'll stomp em out with these pair of docs
Don't care enough
He taking off
Boy you a bitch so that's all ya fault
For that pride, it do not cost
I'm in the back like I'm Brian Dawkins
Come out the cut like this ain't for fun
Call me Yao Ming cause I make em jump
How many fades am I gone run
How many waves, bitch I got ton
Stay up in the bleachers
That's what I told my teacher
When I'm on the fucking court
I don't gotta preach ya
Nigga I feel like T.I
Tell a lil bitch to be clear
Cause you know if it won't for I
Bitch you wouldn't be here

Come to yo city
Show no pity
Mr. T with all this gold, can't be friendly
Come to my city
You can't fuck with me
Make a empire on these hoes without a milli
Come to yo city
Show no pity
Mr. T with all this gold, can't be friendly
Come to my city
You can't fuck with me
Make a empire on these hoes without a milli

Written by:
Torrence Williams, Tyus Joyner

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