F**k a Hook
You niggas worried bout my spot you think that you can have it
While I'm stacking bread you still gon be here being hella average
In there u go I asked you how I make all of these classics
Going dumby cause I'm making back to back to back shit
I'm making hits this shit to easy driving automatic
Chapter 23 just dropped and now my name got static
I'm chasing money long as Uzi and keep it elastic
I like my women all natural we don't fuck with plastic
She said I love you don't believe it girl you gotta show it
Driving in the foreign full gas you know that imma floor it
Keep the lord by my side believe in every fortune
Give you niggas 30 then go soaring like I'm Michael Jordan
Go and check the stats these goofies know I'm scoring
Breaking off my money to my people they get bigger portions
Call my phone when you not home she saying that you boring
Not gon worry bout that we'll talk later shit ain't that important
Going stupid hella 0's I feel like Dame in portland
Hit the Nike store and call up Nid like we gon splurge in Oregon
Finna by mom a Burke and I ain't talking Dorris
Throwing lobs right to my brother dunking shit I feel like Norris
When we put you in the game we know you going scoreless
Fucking up this beat there ain't no need for a fucking chorus
Chasing green like I'm running straight up in a Forrest
Push the hellcat one speed shit got hella horses
Fuck a hook, niggas shook, balling like I'm D Book
If you look she get took, step up you get cooked
No designer on my body, but a nigga still look good
Switching lanes overtook, imma vet and you the rook
Red bottoms on I feel like I'm Suge
Tryna be me if you could then you would
Almost stopped hooping hit the streets and just joog
Now I'm thinking bout a whip color brown like some wood
Do this shit for fun, do it for the shits and giggles
Yeah I know I hoop, I still shoot and still dribble
Shit seems funny to you go and solve this riddle
I just hit for shh and you hitting for a nickel
Painting pictures while you niggas sit and scribble
Send a shot at me my killas coming back with missiles
Ain't a killa, ain't a gangbanger keep it civil
But touch my daughters we gon pop you very simple
Say I switched up niggas say I act tough
Cap rapping in my ear ive been hearing it for months
Shit used to bother me these niggas love to stunt
Started laughing cause I realized that all them suckas bums
Expand my music I've been swimming in my duff
Bar after bar, big homies say it's tough
Fuck the mainstream, the side stream it then its enough
Peeped who been faking and who been showing love
While I'm stacking bread you still gon be here being hella average
In there u go I asked you how I make all of these classics
Going dumby cause I'm making back to back to back shit
I'm making hits this shit to easy driving automatic
Chapter 23 just dropped and now my name got static
I'm chasing money long as Uzi and keep it elastic
I like my women all natural we don't fuck with plastic
She said I love you don't believe it girl you gotta show it
Driving in the foreign full gas you know that imma floor it
Keep the lord by my side believe in every fortune
Give you niggas 30 then go soaring like I'm Michael Jordan
Go and check the stats these goofies know I'm scoring
Breaking off my money to my people they get bigger portions
Call my phone when you not home she saying that you boring
Not gon worry bout that we'll talk later shit ain't that important
Going stupid hella 0's I feel like Dame in portland
Hit the Nike store and call up Nid like we gon splurge in Oregon
Finna by mom a Burke and I ain't talking Dorris
Throwing lobs right to my brother dunking shit I feel like Norris
When we put you in the game we know you going scoreless
Fucking up this beat there ain't no need for a fucking chorus
Chasing green like I'm running straight up in a Forrest
Push the hellcat one speed shit got hella horses
Fuck a hook, niggas shook, balling like I'm D Book
If you look she get took, step up you get cooked
No designer on my body, but a nigga still look good
Switching lanes overtook, imma vet and you the rook
Red bottoms on I feel like I'm Suge
Tryna be me if you could then you would
Almost stopped hooping hit the streets and just joog
Now I'm thinking bout a whip color brown like some wood
Do this shit for fun, do it for the shits and giggles
Yeah I know I hoop, I still shoot and still dribble
Shit seems funny to you go and solve this riddle
I just hit for shh and you hitting for a nickel
Painting pictures while you niggas sit and scribble
Send a shot at me my killas coming back with missiles
Ain't a killa, ain't a gangbanger keep it civil
But touch my daughters we gon pop you very simple
Say I switched up niggas say I act tough
Cap rapping in my ear ive been hearing it for months
Shit used to bother me these niggas love to stunt
Started laughing cause I realized that all them suckas bums
Expand my music I've been swimming in my duff
Bar after bar, big homies say it's tough
Fuck the mainstream, the side stream it then its enough
Peeped who been faking and who been showing love
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Writer(s): Kobe O.
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