No Hook

With who? (The girl next door, you know?)
Making me switch up the style early
(Yo, man)

Headshot, nine millimetre
Big pack, billing up the reefer
AKs, bring in all the heaters
Can't cuff shawty, she an eater
Blocklist, shawty she a treesha
Slide with mops, no, we're not cleaners
All women love my demeanour
I'm good, I don't need a feature

I'm good, I don't need a feature
But if I'm with Zee and gang, you know that we slide
Pull up with 12 goons, all black
He ain't gang, can't you tell that he lying?
My shawty bad, I said it before
But you can't deny, my shawty is fine
She be wildin'
Tell her to chill off the lemon and lime

Everyone's time gon' come
Be patient, just stay in the line
I'm a believer in Christ
And I never ever been stressed about the Lord's timing
She did me wrong, so I left her on pending
That's how you know that I stay on her mind
I don't really care 'bout none of these girls
I got me a wife

Said he gon' switch up
Why you switched up?
New baguettes, I'm putting my fist up
He talking rubbish, he talking some litter
Tryna take care of all of my sisters
Tryna provide, I'm tryna go hard for my brothers
I go hard, that's word to my mother
Antagonist, Zee got Ricks on feet
I-I'm tryna cop me some runners

TB gon' keep it a hundred
Hop in a new Corvette, Popp Hunna
Pop out late on the block with gunners
Now I gotta drip harder like Gunna
All I see is red like a Gunner
Say what you want, I really ain't gonna go TMG
These boys always talk like TMZ
And my phone been staying on DND
I'm really tryna blow, no TNT

I don't like nobody, I'm not friendly
I don't like nobody, they all envy
I'm right in the back of a black Bentley
Celine, Balenci', uh
My young boy gon' slide with the burna, we getting money
It's plenty, yeah



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Writer(s): Tobi Michael Oyelami
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