No Hook 2

BiGKG I got a bag lil nigga
Hit the mall and I blew it
I'm really colder
Fuck on this lil hoe she older
Think I'm in love with a cougar
You niggas known
For parlaying with these lil hoes
And acting out on the computer
Go get a job and get you a car
Or something
You pick your hoe up in a Uber

My niggas really get to it
Why the hell you got a pole
If you ain't going to shoot it
Why you don't use it
Only time I see you with it is pictures
When you looking goofy
Niggas be stupid
Rocking a Glock in they pocket
But flogging like this shit a movie
I could not do it
Rather fuck on your bum and put
My kids all on her booty

I'm really living
A young nigga
Came from the trenches
Turtle Gang know that we winning
Niggas is stamped
Don't try no nigga from my camp
Or you might get holes in your fitted
I swear it's a difference
In how we get up and go get it
I talk it you know that I live it
It's really whatever
You know that I'm with it
It's really whatever
You know that I'm with it

If it's up there then it's stuck there
Lil nigga
We ain't even got to talk about it
Whole lot of fake niggas
Throwing shade
They don't even know my name
That's why I don't get bothered by it
Came up in the trap got traumatized
Putting Norfolk on the map
For the thousandth time
And ima call this song No Hook
Got damn I feel T. Pollard now

Plus my lil bitch
Hot as a hundred and ten
She raw as a bitch
She cum on the dick
Keep all the hoes
I ain't fucking with them
Blue dye on my hands
New hundreds came in
Since a youngling all I wanted to win
It's pressure you know that I'm Coming with twin
Yeah I been broke
But me being broke
Is something I ain't really
Comfortable with

I really rather get paid for sure
Say fuck the party
But got paid to show
The money probably
Make a nigga different
But it's all worth it if I make the most
Really focused on the paper flow
I think my style
Is what made me blow
And yeah haters
Speaking on my name
But I ain't tripping
Cause I know the weight it hold

They got me talking my shit now
Took his hoe and I gave her
The dick down
Got her limping
While she on the way to the Uber
I'm guessing
She want to be Crip now
I'm thinking bout
Bussing my wrist down
So the light hit it nice in a big crowd
A nigga just spent so much
On a weekend
Now my ex hoes see
That they missed out
From white tees
Now a young nigga dripped down
Head to the toe Armani drip child
What I spend in the mall
You spend on yo bills
It really ain't nothing against y'all
Aye
It really ain't nothing against y'all
What I spend in the mall
You spend on yo bills
It really ain't nothing against y'all



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Writer(s): Khyree Green
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