No Hook (feat. ThreeD Tae)

Bitch, I got no hook
Hit him with a no look

I really don't know what to say when he get in the way and I up it and hit him like bruh
Love when she giving me brain and I'm running a train in the back of the Civic like yuh
Hate when I'm seeing her name when she call everyday when I gave her the digits like nah
Imma just post on the main that I'm moving away so she stalk on my insta like yuh, yuh,yuh

She thought the dick on my waist was a gun
Imma come back in this bitch for the fun
Toting an auto, one forty-five, two ninety-four, with a carbon tip under the front
I ain't about that sticking around, I just up it and dodge, imma hit then I come and I go
Block on my phone, leave that bitch looking wild as hell like I made her just look at a ghost
I feel like I'm Popeye up off of the spinach
Eat up your bitch, man she tasting delicious
Back in the school I would cheat off a pretty bitch test and teacher was getting suspicious
I feel like it's Madden the way that I clip it
Fucking on her and her friend, double dip it
She blowing the snow like it's dome when I ain't even home, swear she might get addicted to Christmas
It look like a new pair of shoes when the racks getting tossed on the ground, watch the bands hit the floor
I enjoy it a little too much when I steal a little lady straight out of the hands of a hoe
Sucking my soul until I'm dead, I leave her on read, I'm done and she ain't even know
I'm turning these bitches to FED, they want all my bread, swear they only in love with the dough

Move, move, move
They think I can't spit, I got something to prove
Imma hop on a beat trying to do what I do
She clapping it back trying to make that shit move, move, move
Pop out with Milly, you about to get heavy
Pull up the 'vette to park next to a Chevy
Bitch I don't worry bout WAP cause the pussy keep coming when bitches surrounded by fetty
Step out the roof boy it's about to get messy
Lace up your shoes cause I'm about to get ready
Flame in the air for the mama who care about the youngin' who caught up and ain't getting steady
Calling me lethal cause Milly so deadly
Chopping shit up like it's vegetable medley
Feel like I'm Timmy, I'll wish for a burner, I'm fucking with Crocker and upping the Betty

Forty got me floating like I'm too gone, aye, hot girl like Tucson, aye
Running get you sprayed, make you lay, get your crew gone
Red and green stripes, blue bills, Gucci shoes on, aye
Water on my neck put a pool on, foreign bitch like Mulan, aye
Imma steal your girl out your hands like survival of the fittest, call that shit evolution, aye

Come with two-fifty, come score you a zip
With a Drac' on the side, we'll make your body flip
Catch us an opp, we shooting off the rip
We toting G-Locks and they filled with hollow tips
We loaded, we loaded, we loaded
Aye, Milly say gang, I don't think these folks hearing me
We chosen, we chosen, we chosen
Come shop by the pound, we ain't selling no ten a G
Big stepper, big J's, Vlone, too high, I'm in that zone
Big Glock, baby Drac', opp face is where you find that chrome
A nigga like me really working, ain't no rehearsing, trying to buy me a two-tone
She stay down with the gang, she'll get her a Birkin
This straight drop, won't cook up for too long