No Hook
I'm new to this shit, fresh on the Scene
Watchin my back cause these niggas Be green
They all just be bitches and I need my Cheese
That cheddar, Alfredo, no fettuccine
No I don't shoot, bitch I run hands
But bitch when I blow you can bet Ima blam
Strap a metal Baretta in back of my Pants
Betta give me my skrilla I need my Advance
Runnin' your mouth, you get hit in Your spleen
I ain't with no drama, that shit Guaranteed
3 gs in a wood now I'm over them Trees
And that shit is expensive, don't blow In the breeze
You with the gang? Then I got ya Back
Opposition man we left they ass flat
Flat like the thotties they hit from the back, or Flat like they wallets, they shit be on crack
And no I'm not rich, but bitch I ain't broke
No doubt in my mind that this Money gon' grow
Put that time in my rhymes cause this shit ain't no joke
Take a line at a time, leave em beggin for more
I studied the game just like it's a book
In a lil bit of time I'll be tucked in a nook
These niggas, they faces be lookin so shook
But fuck it for now, we gon get to the hook
No Hook!
Bitch, there's no hook
So Now that I'm switching, all that I Ask is you listen
Making these hits in the trenches my Flow is so vicious
All they can say is I'm gifted, gifted as If it was Christmas
Yeah I said Christmas, I got the elves
On the shelves getting smacked and They Chillin' with vixen
know that we mixin
That weed and the crown
Cant go into town, we twisted
I am not riskin'
My time to be kind
To these niggas who always be Blowin' it
Yeah they be blowin' it
Shit is so nice how I'm flowin' it
Shit is so nice how I'm doin it
Beats I be chewin' em'
Beat is so sweet that I'm chewin' it
Shit is so hot like I'm brewin' it
Don't wanna ruin it, sketching my thoughts on this paper im painting this picture, I'm doodlin'
Bitch I'm just coolin it
The function you bet that I'm bringing my mufuckin my tool in it
Battle you losin it
My vibe, my time, shew fly cause Maggots a ruin em
I swear that I'm cruisin it
No hands and no feet on this beat While I creep with my peeps
Yeah The beat, I just cruised on it
I'm speaking real fast, I'm mashed on The gas
Can't crash
Cause nigga I'm true to it
Fuck you talkin' bout'?
Watchin my back cause these niggas Be green
They all just be bitches and I need my Cheese
That cheddar, Alfredo, no fettuccine
No I don't shoot, bitch I run hands
But bitch when I blow you can bet Ima blam
Strap a metal Baretta in back of my Pants
Betta give me my skrilla I need my Advance
Runnin' your mouth, you get hit in Your spleen
I ain't with no drama, that shit Guaranteed
3 gs in a wood now I'm over them Trees
And that shit is expensive, don't blow In the breeze
You with the gang? Then I got ya Back
Opposition man we left they ass flat
Flat like the thotties they hit from the back, or Flat like they wallets, they shit be on crack
And no I'm not rich, but bitch I ain't broke
No doubt in my mind that this Money gon' grow
Put that time in my rhymes cause this shit ain't no joke
Take a line at a time, leave em beggin for more
I studied the game just like it's a book
In a lil bit of time I'll be tucked in a nook
These niggas, they faces be lookin so shook
But fuck it for now, we gon get to the hook
No Hook!
Bitch, there's no hook
So Now that I'm switching, all that I Ask is you listen
Making these hits in the trenches my Flow is so vicious
All they can say is I'm gifted, gifted as If it was Christmas
Yeah I said Christmas, I got the elves
On the shelves getting smacked and They Chillin' with vixen
know that we mixin
That weed and the crown
Cant go into town, we twisted
I am not riskin'
My time to be kind
To these niggas who always be Blowin' it
Yeah they be blowin' it
Shit is so nice how I'm flowin' it
Shit is so nice how I'm doin it
Beats I be chewin' em'
Beat is so sweet that I'm chewin' it
Shit is so hot like I'm brewin' it
Don't wanna ruin it, sketching my thoughts on this paper im painting this picture, I'm doodlin'
Bitch I'm just coolin it
The function you bet that I'm bringing my mufuckin my tool in it
Battle you losin it
My vibe, my time, shew fly cause Maggots a ruin em
I swear that I'm cruisin it
No hands and no feet on this beat While I creep with my peeps
Yeah The beat, I just cruised on it
I'm speaking real fast, I'm mashed on The gas
Can't crash
Cause nigga I'm true to it
Fuck you talkin' bout'?
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Writer(s): Jeff Banks
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