No Hook

I'm all black in the coupe
On 285 through city loops
Stepping militant like a troop
I'm from the corner blocks and stoops

Glock 40 tucked in the waist
Wipe shells to prevent a trace
Right timing on my Rollie's face
Nigga's son's like copy and paste

Presence of a big stepper
Push it ain't talking Salt N Pepper
Stack bundles under my dresser
Cause I think of banks lesser

I've always shined like a diamond
Cause I never fold under pressure
Got your bitch on a private island
Your trash becomes my treasure

I was never scared of this height
So I ain't scared to be on top
Stomach shots from the forty pop
Blowing air bubbles like it's Sprite

Yikes that's the end of your man's
Trigger finger itchy on my right hand
Red dot on white flags like Japan
Your demise is what God planned

I play with the safety off
Hear wheezing as you cough
Chest got caved in from hollows
End of life that a nigga borrows

A lotta niggas ain't see tomorrow
So I load clips with my sorrow
Letting it blow like it's Chicago
Terrorizing worse than a Gestapo

I'm underground like El Chapo
Light skinned fly young Flaco
Dripped in Amiri's or Paco
Steak dinners no Paul Castellano

I always watch who bends corners
The closest to you can be informers
Burn the line after the importers
Stay on point crossing borders

I barely trust myself
So I can never trust a bitch
Keep twin Glockies on a shelf
Actions stream live fuck a Twitch

I love getting money like Mitch
Alpo got touched for being a snitch
I guess life comes full circle
I keep it on waist like a girdle

Spray shots in your party hurdle
Family Matters like Steve Urkel
I promote catching hot ones
Mom's burying more than two sons

I stop to question my faith
Closer to touch stars in the Wraith
I pray God saves a place
Beyond arches of Heaven's gates



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Taliercio
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