No Hook, Pt. 2 Lyrics

People are like AirPods cause they dying left and right

He stay talking shi when we see him it's on sight

Yea I'm going far I'm gone put it on my life

Make em see the stars cause he gone die tonight

Yea let's run this bag

Yea let's make it happen

Damn that car go fast

Bitches think I'm capping

I got it let's go fast

Pave the way I'm rapping

I got me this lil bag

All alone

Had to clutch up on that steel

Had the pistol on my belt

Gotta get rid of this feel

You be wishing on that well

I've been praying to myself

Demons in my head

They gone want me dead

Get this money fast

All I want is cash

Yea I get that bag

Yea I come from rags

Keep my story to myself

Why these bitches talk to me

No one on my phone

So I gotta pray for keeps

Finna cop a whip

You know I ain't get no lease

I gotta pay my bills

I'm tryna make a mill

Gotta climb the hill

This is how it is

Cold icy ring

Bitch I stay the same

Bitch I ease the pain

Ain't no pay to win

Aye bitch I gotta go

Bitch I'm tryna win

Getting riches I got it

This ain't easy

I shot it need extension

It's drowning

Stay efficient I got it

On a mission I'm flying

Where the real

Had to up the steel

I'm tryna make a mill

These bitches on some lame shit

They capping I'm rapping

When you going up

They be Calling on calling

And I do the most

You stay talking shit

But when I pull up

You gone see a ghost

Glock matching my fit

Red n blue lights

Mean I gotta go

I can't trust no bitch

Jus gone fuck

That's why we call em hoes

Bitch I gotta go

Bitch I gotta go

Bitch I gotta go

I can't sleep but I'm tired of shit

Finna cop a vette

You ain't shi so get out of here

150 On the dash run you over

How you ain't die yet

Jit I'm on yo ass

Gotta cold heart

Tell that bitch to get out of here

Tell that bitch to get out of here

Tell that bitch that I'm done with her

I'm getting rich I can't fuck with her

Yardi on some shit

So I run it up