No Hook
12 tryna hold me down but they ain't runnin' shit
Once I got up at that cell I went to flip a brick
I just bought a new Glock, it came with a 40 clip
I wish that boy would play with me cause I would go and bust his shit
Ride with it, gotta keep it tucked
Run up on me wrong, then your ass gettin stuck them hollow tips, gonna rip you up
You a fuckboy so why you talkin' shit
You ain't never lived the life that I live
Always strapped down with them sticks
Find a crib, I'll hit a lick
Call your girl, I'll fuck your bitch
Call my gang, we gon' pass that hoe
Let her fuck once then I had to go
Got a call from my lil homie talkin' bout
a lick we should go hit
So we masked up in that
Monte Carlo 2:30 in the morning with a stick
We hop out with them dirty Ks
We run through the crib so swift
We lay him down, we sweep the house
Got a QP and a couple bricks
That dumb dude started actin' tough, so I had
to go and blow his shit
I live by the code and I stick by the code
Real G shit, I will never fold
Never be a bitch and I put it on my soul
Mess with my clique, I'll leave you with holes
Internet thugs yo ass get exposed
You don't live this shit you rap about
Or what you talk about You better stop, runing your mouth
Before we lay you down
I be hangin' with them shooters that toat 100 rounds
One phone call and the shit's goin' down
Once I got up at that cell I went to flip a brick
I just bought a new Glock, it came with a 40 clip
I wish that boy would play with me cause I would go and bust his shit
Ride with it, gotta keep it tucked
Run up on me wrong, then your ass gettin stuck them hollow tips, gonna rip you up
You a fuckboy so why you talkin' shit
You ain't never lived the life that I live
Always strapped down with them sticks
Find a crib, I'll hit a lick
Call your girl, I'll fuck your bitch
Call my gang, we gon' pass that hoe
Let her fuck once then I had to go
Got a call from my lil homie talkin' bout
a lick we should go hit
So we masked up in that
Monte Carlo 2:30 in the morning with a stick
We hop out with them dirty Ks
We run through the crib so swift
We lay him down, we sweep the house
Got a QP and a couple bricks
That dumb dude started actin' tough, so I had
to go and blow his shit
I live by the code and I stick by the code
Real G shit, I will never fold
Never be a bitch and I put it on my soul
Mess with my clique, I'll leave you with holes
Internet thugs yo ass get exposed
You don't live this shit you rap about
Or what you talk about You better stop, runing your mouth
Before we lay you down
I be hangin' with them shooters that toat 100 rounds
One phone call and the shit's goin' down
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Writer(s): Riley Cagle
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