No Hook

Just give me your love and affection
Why you trippin baby I don't really like the textin
I Pull up in some futuristic shit look like the jetsons
Laid back ion gotta flex they get the message
How you a boss but dick suckin boy you a peasant
You worried bouta necklace I be worried bout brib
You be worried bouta Rollie I be worried about about a business
Always complaining bout someone else mind your business
Told my lil sister when I get up everyday gon look Christmas
And she don't even need a wishlist
Swimming with sharks you be swimming with the fishes
You a big bitch
I barely trust my own mom how The fuck I'm posed' to trust these bitches
I been on the muh fuckin road to these riches
I feel like genie come here baby make yo 3 wishes
And then you know a young boss really gotta dip dip
I fell in love with all the blues like a crip did
Pockets to big out here lookin like they liftin
He thought he lil baby till his 4 pockets went missin
Go check the score who the fuck is you dissin

I beat bro ass he used the pot and ain't rinse it
Yeah I dunk in a bitch I just Vinced it
You keep Sendin all them shots but you missin
Look I get this bitch lit like it's Christmas

I know You ain't fuck with me cause yo bitch is
Dont be surprised when I'm on the Forbes rich list
Ima slide thru every day in a diff whip
Bullet proof the caddy send them shots who you hittin
I could spit a hot 16 don't need a written
I'm from the state where it look like a mitten
That's the dirty glove don't matter where the fuck
I'm even at they gon show me some love
Drunk as fuck yeah I'm in the club and I'm throwin them dubs
Brodie lookin at me what you doin hit em with shrug

Hangin round with all bosses and you is a dub
Your presence it be annoying some like a bug
You typa bum ask a bitch like where my hug
Lookin at my cup this ain't coffee in this fuckin mug it's some fuckin mud



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Writer(s): Brandon Toma
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