No Hook 4 (feat. Jonny Guapo)
Yeah, shoot that nigga like a bucket, fuck it
If it's smoke we not gon' duck it
Yeah, bad bitch and she don't suck it
Bout my cash, bout my duckets
It's a process, I gotta trust it
Brand new kicks, you better not scuff it
Balloon ass niggas, you gotta bust em
In the dodge with my buzzy
Damn I'm sorry mama, I make music with a lot of cussing
I remember chasing highs, sippin' on that Robitussin
If you want it, you gotta get it, ain't no time for fussin
Got the men in black whip, all I gotta do is push the button
I just ate your favorite fuckin' rapper and that shit was scrumptious
I just got the 50 titty, please don't make me dump it
Mmm, I just milked a cash cow and had me some crumpets
Don't fuck with none of these niggas, cause they sweet like some custards
Bro shot at that nigga like he was goin' for a buzzer
And when them shots ring out my nigga, you better run for cover
Ooh, roast a nigga like a duck, fry his ass on a skillet
Gorilla gang, banana clip, don't make my nigga peel it
Feelin' froggy nigga, ribbit
Yeah, all that bullshit, don't wanna hear it
Yeah, all them tired ass lil' lyrics
Slimy nose, gotta, huh, slimy nose, I gotta clear it
Slimy nose, I, ah, ah, ah, slimy nose, gotta clear it
Slimy nose, I, ah, ah, ah, slimy nose, gotta clear it
I'll sneeze on you just to clear it
If it's smoke we not gon' duck it
Yeah, bad bitch and she don't suck it
Bout my cash, bout my duckets
It's a process, I gotta trust it
Brand new kicks, you better not scuff it
Balloon ass niggas, you gotta bust em
In the dodge with my buzzy
Damn I'm sorry mama, I make music with a lot of cussing
I remember chasing highs, sippin' on that Robitussin
If you want it, you gotta get it, ain't no time for fussin
Got the men in black whip, all I gotta do is push the button
I just ate your favorite fuckin' rapper and that shit was scrumptious
I just got the 50 titty, please don't make me dump it
Mmm, I just milked a cash cow and had me some crumpets
Don't fuck with none of these niggas, cause they sweet like some custards
Bro shot at that nigga like he was goin' for a buzzer
And when them shots ring out my nigga, you better run for cover
Ooh, roast a nigga like a duck, fry his ass on a skillet
Gorilla gang, banana clip, don't make my nigga peel it
Feelin' froggy nigga, ribbit
Yeah, all that bullshit, don't wanna hear it
Yeah, all them tired ass lil' lyrics
Slimy nose, gotta, huh, slimy nose, I gotta clear it
Slimy nose, I, ah, ah, ah, slimy nose, gotta clear it
Slimy nose, I, ah, ah, ah, slimy nose, gotta clear it
I'll sneeze on you just to clear it
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Writer(s): Joshua Garcia
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