No Hooks

Shit, yeah yeah yeah
Smoke T
Cboog
Pdidd
JT
All that shit, all that shit

Run up this shit like damn I'm lit
Fucking your bitch like damn she lit
Gotta get the money like damn I'm lit
Running on this shit like damn I'm lit
Smoke T man, goddamn so lit
Gotta get the money like damn I'm lit
Smoking this shit man damn I'm lit
Fucking on your bitch like damn I'm lit
I'm lit (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Late night, creeping in the bushes with a ski mask
Big chopper using monkey nuts it got kick-back
Smoking out the pound, that's a P for the relapse
Smoking so much dope I think my lungs finna collapse

I'm running a bag, I'm chasing a check
Buy her a car now she giving me neck
You claiming you this, you claiming you that
Say you a stepper, run up get whacked
You talk with the pigs, I talk with the gat
In a jeeper creeper, coming through strapped
Big Peezy, can't sit where I'm at
Big stacks and my pockets on fat
Big guns and the titties on that
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

Pulling up like Stephen Curry (Curry)
I got them .30s on .30s (.30)
I got them blurries on blurries (blurry)
Fucking your bitch in a hurry (brrra)
Mixing that lean bitch I'm stirring (mixing)
Using that Jim for insurance (yeah)
I can never love no bitch (hell nah)
I can't ever front no shit (hell nah)
Put it on the gang I'm lit
Roll the Mary Jane I'm lit (Jane)
Rolling off the X I'm lit (X)
Fucking your bitch I'm lit (your bitch)
Yeah

My vision real blurry, I'm off the drank
Pull up like Curry, smoking that dank
Bitch what you think
Thought it was a prank
That bitch for real
This a real deal
Thinking I love her
I'm just trying to fuck you
You and your mother
'Bout to cop another
You is a sucker
I ain't trying to love you
I'm just trying to fuck you bitch
I ain't trying to love you
I'm just trying to fuck you bitch

Smoking this tooka came right out the pack
Glock in the front with the bitch in the back
We weighing up packs
Counting the racks
Come shop, you know where I'm at
Big dope, yeah we selling that thrax
Big deals and I'm moving that wax
Roll a doobie, it make me relax
Pour a 4 and I think I relapsed

You say you want beef, who the fuck are you? (who)
All my dawgs living bulletproof (roof)
You want the beans, plugging you (vroom)
Sending shots, I'm ducking you (pow)

I can never sell my soul
Late nights, yeah we had them tools
Run up on me, you a damn fool
All my opps, they can make the news
Last year I was broke and bummy
Now I'm sitting on a full tummy
Bitch want to fuck me for the money
Pour up my cup that shit is bubbly
Bad bitch, she getting real cuddly
Give me a brick, that's Kid, Kid Cudi
I was 15 when I gripped my first .40
I only fucked the bitch 'cause she was horny

I might be geeking, might be trippin'
Sipping, smoking like religion
Dude's too pussy, act like chickens
Bitch switched up, but I ain't missing nah

Yeah
Smoke T
JT
Pdidd
Cboog
All out on this shit
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)