No Hook

Yo cannot hang you fugazi
I'm praying to God that you play me
So I can pull up with a 30
And lay your ass down like a baby
You should of fess up and just pay me
But now you next up for a homi

I know that you don't want smoke
The shipment pull up on a boat
I dump your ass off you gone float
I do not play with the cash
All of this water you think that I fast
Promise my momma we broke in the past

All of this drank in my cup
Not enough Fanta I'm finna throw up
I'm up like a flyer turn up in the club
Pass you the blunt you gone choke
Pass you my bitch
You know you can't cope
Pass out in the club?
You feeling the mode

I do not need no rehearsal
Smoking on loud and it's purple
Hop up in the booth
And I spit like I'm Squirtle
Me and two bitches ménage
I'm dripping like water
This ain't a facade
I'm loaded with cash
But pay with a card
No no lil boy you ain't equal
White on me like a seagull
The junkie hit me for a sequel
Bitty bitch I'm cut like a shank
And I'm smoking on dank
You a skank to be frank

Strap like Mr. Smith
The ice finish my fit
All I do is drip
I'm a catch get a mitt
Amma walking licc
Bezzle on my wrist
Two 30 that's check
All I do is flex
40 on my neck
Audemars Piguet
Ice from Elliott
Extension on the tech

Shortie say that she miss me
Pull up and I nut on her titty
One second with me and you litty
Bitch I rock out like Harley
White folks say that I'm gnarly
I run on black time I'm tardy
Like Dej Loaf, "don't try me"
I do everything timely

Overseas with your bitch
I run it up Money Mitch
I don't roll no spliffs
A blunt'll do me nice
Teeth flooded with ice
She gimme head like lice
Crossover Penny Hardaway
Off balance with the fade away
Guaranteed I'd make a major play
Bricks falling like dominoes
Skrrt off on the plug adios
Your bitch give me top on the patio



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Writer(s): Chad Dickson
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