No Hook

Hey, what's up?
We got a problem, Toothpick?
I said do we have a...

Man, look, if two plus two equals four
Gave your bitch four hours in the pussy
Why she keep begging me for more?
Lame ass nigga

Quit talkin' shit like you got all them guns
Back on the wall, where you gon' run
I shoot up parties, nigga, ain't no more fun
I'll spend the block again like you thought I was done
Over, what the fuck is you sayin'?
Opps bowing down on they knees like they prayin'
You was steady laying in the crib, ain't no waiting
Kick down your door, raid the house, we ain't playin'
Just popped an opp, he was in the wrong place
And we stomped dawg, he wasn't shit anyway
Just fucked his ex, now his new bitch can wait
Me and bro done put the whole damn school on her face
Bitch talkin' shit, I'll slap her with a steak
When the D up in the pussy, I'll make the pussy ache
And why you ugly bitches really wanna go and act cold?
No Starbucks coffee, man, that bitch a lil' shake
Nigga talkin' shit on the 'Gram, I don't sweat you
Try to play me and my niggas, get your chest blew
You's a bitch, ain't no need to offend you
Been raw-doggin' your bitch, thought you been knew?

First off, you a lame nigga on that simp shit
Bitch nigga tryna blow a bag on a pimp bitch
You the type of nigga that'll pay that bitch rent
Gang hit your bitch and she told us your dick limp
Gang in this bitch tryna get the whole cut lit
Reach for this chain, up my nine, it's gon' bust quick
I make these bitches get wet when my thrust drip
Fuck and I'm fleeing the scene, I don't cuff, bitch
Thot box wanna fuck bro, we don't trust those
While he with his gang, dawg bitch gettin' fucked on
Speak on my dead folks, you'll get your buff blown
Ho's fuck whoever bills big, so it's fuck ho's
When my lil' nigga throw a bag, I'mma run it up
Bitch nigga, get off my stage, better level up
If you not tryna shoot it out, we can knuckle up
Niggas want us dead, send threats, we'll fuck it up
Niggas talkin' bout a drive-by, we'll bust back
Bitch got 9, 10 bodies, I don't trust rats
Broke niggas think they the shit, that's a bum-ass
G-O-A-T, first place, I don't come last, bitch!



Credits
Writer(s): Terence Gaines Jr.
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link