No Hook

Reppin reppin, gotta stay strapped, livin my life got the cat on my lap
Only fuck bitches ion ever get attached, if you fuckin wit me bitch i got a scope and a strap
Young laflame, a youngin gon let it bang, fuckin know my name till da day i'm in a fuckin grave
Kurt Cobain, got some lean in my lemonade, have a taste, straight downin ion need a fuckin chase
Crazy, bitch you say you fuckin made, i'm still tryna pick (yuh) Emily or Amy
Brazy, you don't got a dollar to your name g
I'm shopping at gucci you still shoppin macy's
Damn, ian mean to go that hard, i'm lookin at your crocs while i'm drippin in Goyard
In the front yard straight whipping in the gokart
Rollin up the weed lighter flickin to the cigar
Shook, and i call it no hook, if my brothers locked up i put money on the books
Look, been around the felons and the crooks, if you say sum wrong then you get your soul took
God, man this shit is so sad, how the fuck you got a kid, but you not a fuckin dad
It's the past, and i shouldn't be sad, but i'm thinking bout you while i'm arms deep in my bag



Credits
Writer(s): Cayden Van Tol
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link