Fuck It, No Hook

Boy Let Me Hear That
Suave The Goat and You Already Know
Got Me In This Bitch Hallucinating

Hey, 2 pints of Hi-Tech red
Yeah, I won't cough for three weeks
A lot of undercover pressure
But don't nobody want beef
Pillow talking to these bitches
Have em' sleep out in the street
Lil hoe had told me she was shy
I beat it up to Lil Reese
I can't answer phone calls
Too busy tryna' stack it Shaq tall
Hood bitch no walls
Today i'm rolling Sharklatto
So I want all Jaws
Like he didn't wanna die his hair
I told em' fuck em' we ball
A thousand pair of Air Forces
Can't seem to switch it up
I know you a freak
Ain't talking Milwaukee bucks
I know he ain't street
He wasn't in the bricks with us
And all these niggas sipping green
They might as well po' up some Robitussin
Abusing Color Purple
Cup like Celie
I feel like Danny Glover
Flood the block like Harvey
We was starving
Came up from a runner
I was tryna make the trap jump
Started working on my calf muscles
Pull my own move lil bitch
Ion' need a stunk double
I can't stop from drinking on lean
I drank more mud than a puddle
If some niggas from The Ville
On yo' head then you in trouble
I'm smoking Runtz in the booth
It got me feeling like Obama
I keep it on me don't try it
Blow this bitch up like Osama
Hell you talking bout'
Lil Tex ain't riding
He on the beat like drum rolls
Show you how niggas to do it
My favorite trapper Bankroll
I can sell water to a fish
Hit the booth cook up a dish
I been really going crazy
Mc Hammer too legit
I got drip like fuck a fit
These niggas make believe rich
And all my shit be really hard
Because i'm really from the bricks
I got sticks came with a drum
Like the band in the whip
Hit the switch
And make the Glizzy
Go blrrrd in this bitch
I'm not Shiesty but the 40
Got Big 30 in the clip
AR buzzing going off
It's like a beeper on my hip
Fuck a hook
Like ion wanna go fishing
I stay with A-Rod
Hoe I got hits I'm like who pitching
Don't tell em' that we serving
I think all these niggas snitching
Migo got the birds
KFC he dropping chicken
I can't stop from swerving
Double cup fucked up my vision
Lil hoe she a birdie
I want top just like the ceiling
No fitted, no capping
I'm seeing money wrapped in plastic
Seen this shit before it happened nigga
I know this shit can get hard
Can't let em' knock em off ya balance
Can't trust nobody not even ya family nigga
Aye, momma having dreams
She saw me in a casket
Tryna' up the score on niggas
I'm tryna' get another basket
I been dancing with the devil
Like he my best friend
Only thing I fear is god
Fn gone bless a nigga can I get amen
Every time I hit I the booth
I swear it's murder for hire
I don't care none bout no pension
I could never retire
I'm married to the game
Til' death do us apart
I feel that shit run through veins
I got pain in my heart
I rarely smile been through some things
And that shit left me scarred
Now every time they my hear my shit
They like that nigga hard
Calling all the alcoholics
I'm serving all the bars
Exotic weed I get so high
That I can talk to god
Huh
Aye
Yeah
Ahh yeah yeah yeah yeah
It's Texaco
No hook nigga fuck a hook
Calling all the alcoholics I'm serving all the bars
Exit 28
Yeah



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Writer(s): Tyquadre Rosser
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