No Hook (feat. Benny the Butcher)
All the ace shit
Take 'em
Put your head down
So much ice you can skate on a nigga
Thotty lil' bih they wanna be on a nigga
Damn, I'm fly, I get flee on a nigga
Your man a shrimp box, he a peon, nigga
Take off on 'em like pew, nigga
Neck lookin' like I got a chain full of Skittles
Ride a bitch, shorty fuck me to the rhythm
Dick cross the line and you know we gon' blizzy
Bring your own blot, left the scene with some blisters
On TMZ I'm last seen with your sister
Roll and I smoke, get that cap out your system
I'd to stack my money, mind my own business
Coupe genie blue and it came with three wishes
Get on that fuck shit, got young nigga issues
Front page magazine, we press all our issues
They ain't seen what I seen or know what I done been through
Stretching my bitch, your man he gon' get bent too
Partner can get pop a bean, senzu
Flexin' so much my first scooter got rims too
My cup runneth over, I'm feeling so plentiful
Lil' Skate up, I'm thrown, ooh
Nigga pop a 'shroom, toad (pop)
Y'all lowercase, I'm bold (yeah)
Damn man, I'm livin' like gold (yeah, yeah)
Niggas like me put them bitches to work
She jump out the backseat, fixin' her skirt
Bitch, it's Griselda, the gang with the wave
This shit made at least quarter million off merch
And I'm on that gas so I don't do coke
This white bitch with me, she might do both
Chain on my neck, feel like I'm 'bout to choke
And we don't call it beef if nobody get smoke
I do the shit y'all imaginin'
You never been like that, you draggin' it
We fuckin' on expensive mattresses, yeah
She throw that shit back, she so talented, uh
These fifty bands I just made in a week?
A voice in my head gon' tell me to spend it
I ran it up, you can tell he a sprinter
I'm callin' plays like Elway in Denver
Dope boy, jumpin' out a Benz when I spin through
'Bout to get a new watch, city said him too
Been a lil' busy, all these hoes I gotta tend to
Street nigga, sold dope, coulda been a pimp too
I know this money exciting you bitches
Gamble my life, shoot the dice on you bitches
I'm in a club with my ice and my pistol
We slide on the opps, pull twice on you niggas (ah)
Take 'em
Put your head down
So much ice you can skate on a nigga
Thotty lil' bih they wanna be on a nigga
Damn, I'm fly, I get flee on a nigga
Your man a shrimp box, he a peon, nigga
Take off on 'em like pew, nigga
Neck lookin' like I got a chain full of Skittles
Ride a bitch, shorty fuck me to the rhythm
Dick cross the line and you know we gon' blizzy
Bring your own blot, left the scene with some blisters
On TMZ I'm last seen with your sister
Roll and I smoke, get that cap out your system
I'd to stack my money, mind my own business
Coupe genie blue and it came with three wishes
Get on that fuck shit, got young nigga issues
Front page magazine, we press all our issues
They ain't seen what I seen or know what I done been through
Stretching my bitch, your man he gon' get bent too
Partner can get pop a bean, senzu
Flexin' so much my first scooter got rims too
My cup runneth over, I'm feeling so plentiful
Lil' Skate up, I'm thrown, ooh
Nigga pop a 'shroom, toad (pop)
Y'all lowercase, I'm bold (yeah)
Damn man, I'm livin' like gold (yeah, yeah)
Niggas like me put them bitches to work
She jump out the backseat, fixin' her skirt
Bitch, it's Griselda, the gang with the wave
This shit made at least quarter million off merch
And I'm on that gas so I don't do coke
This white bitch with me, she might do both
Chain on my neck, feel like I'm 'bout to choke
And we don't call it beef if nobody get smoke
I do the shit y'all imaginin'
You never been like that, you draggin' it
We fuckin' on expensive mattresses, yeah
She throw that shit back, she so talented, uh
These fifty bands I just made in a week?
A voice in my head gon' tell me to spend it
I ran it up, you can tell he a sprinter
I'm callin' plays like Elway in Denver
Dope boy, jumpin' out a Benz when I spin through
'Bout to get a new watch, city said him too
Been a lil' busy, all these hoes I gotta tend to
Street nigga, sold dope, coulda been a pimp too
I know this money exciting you bitches
Gamble my life, shoot the dice on you bitches
I'm in a club with my ice and my pistol
We slide on the opps, pull twice on you niggas (ah)
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Writer(s): Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
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