Loaded Lux – NO NAME Lyrics

NO NAME – Loaded Lux Lyrics

Tommy: So, Thomas, you ain't gonna give me my props, huh?

Martin: Hear me and hear me good, yeah, they call you the Hitman. Well, I got a call from Sugh, he calls you the get hit, man

Tommy: Well, maybe you'll acknowledge my skills when I kick your ass

Don't confuse fast food with meals cooked off the home stove

A roast wrote, nothing but dope quotes in the goat notes, it's Lux

And these are all my children, wash you with old soap

Grown folk, cut it out, I'm sharp still, the slowpoke

Whole flow, you was on the road for a showboat

Ball game, and I touch down, they move the goal post

They makе the… set the camеra up, the GoPro

Don't know if you people are deaf, but he is so-so

Cry baby, wipe your mascara

All of the brats get addressed in they soft girl eras, War

Terror when I'm on it, they telling me you blogging

But I heard Jamaican bread, no festival, what they called it?

What you winning, teddy bear?

Carnival cotton candy, I park you for my amusement, this really was never a fair

Ride out, when I clear, bet it, I'm too poetic, better

At least have something for me, I'm a whole legend ARP

On your behalf, why he in my phone records talking like he got the other half?

Y'all could both catch it

Low effort, like: He get a bag

You get bodied

Y'all could spare it

All the rooms blue, with a soul separate smoke section

Ease!

These niggas talking in no position, told the coalition

Solo mission, I'm going fishing, what's the total missing?

Here is where you off, Homer Simpson!

You ain't the only one had a boss, bitch, so did Benson!

What's the business?

Kool G rap, wrote the richest, time to close the distance

We sending shots, prohibition

You snap a lot, square, Polaroid- hold that image, yeah

Picture you in a box, he think he photogenic, know your limits

Hollywood, we ain't joking around, get broken smiles

Stay in your lane, that's an open file

Golden child, scared of that growing crowd, turn Rolling Loud

Stage full of hooligans, Smack yelling, "Hold it down!"

Probably in a limo, y'all didn't get the memo

Said I was looking for you, but not how I got the demo

Vern jumped on that plane, you was not there at the intro

This that stock room work versus the model in the window, you's a bimbo

Put what Timbs on and get it jumping?

You forgot? We saw you in Chad's? What you dunking, niggas fronting

We ain't them, and he ain't him, not at all, but your new shit tough, it's

Cotton swabs, drop the ball

You talking about stealing

Niggas' rhymes, you said healthy, vegetables…

That's Nitty line, you're not the witty mind you think you are

I shrink you y'all, tall claims about the kingdoms y'all's, when the ring is

All's, being fake is fatal

Stay be faithful to lanes stable, then it's Cain and Abel

Mercury sable, or keep that basin naval, watch your tone cause a Hitman

Played on the table

Like my man is saying, he got a line on some basic cable, I can't wait to slay

You, running that stat script, we active

Victory for you is a past tense, you been ass since, bragging

Clearly couldn't tell you who your last win

Do Hitmen start thinking they they assassins?

Yo, calm the fuck down, why you even playing with this little boy like

That?

Pause

You notice niggas' a chili jump dip sucker sauce, man

Leave this nigga alone, would you?

Nah, Murda-

It's when the white sheets ain't the papers in a press folder

I gave a little exposure like a Vegas deck holder

That was a love tap, but you started with the best closer

Now I got the AI step over, Mook leftovers, listen in the rap

And the Hitman ain't been delivering on his contracts

Stat about, take a Tylenol, Holla you fool, he proved that y'all ain't got a hot

Delivery

The Lux is just carry out

Are you mentioning all the money that's rolling in

Tell them what they do to you kids at Nickelodeon

You be breaking like the first day of spring

I guess now we know why the Nicholas Cage bird sings

And as the ship sails, like Kehlani making folding chairs, holy hairs

They giving polar bears -the solar flares, oh we here

Drop the movie with the musical

Next watch party we gonna throw is of your funeral, nigga