No Hook Lyrics

I got a spot then went got another spot two blocks across the street

What's moving hot you getting paid or not my nigga fuck all the police (Fuck em)

I gotta shot for thirty five niggas that's with you and more for the rest of your team (Boom)

I gamble a lot four hunnit in blues five hunnit in pink six hunnit in green (Yeahh)

We don't play with you niggas you know how we play it

Ain't no cocking it back in got one in the head

Ain't no doubting back we make sure that you dead

You can't ride with my gang if you show me you scared

Spent over five for this Glock boy I ain't trying to tussle

When my bullets touch him ain't no need to rush him

If I never seen that boy shoot I don't trust him

When money come to me it's cool I'm accustomed

I don't pray on the road cause we making it back

Just thinking out loud bra these ones getting tax (Thrax)

Won't hustle for crumbs but we do got them straps

It sound just like it is when you inside them traps (Uh huh)

Ain't feeling they vibe I'm solo with my glizzy

Give me until five have it sold to the city

Go have you a child cause ain't no playing with me (Hello)

Imagine me chasing you down with a fifty

I got a bag and then my lil bro got a bag I told you we gotta be patient

Don't even brag or don't mention good news to nobody ain't solid

These niggaz be hating

Get off yo ass fuck if it ain't coming fast as long as that shit circulating

Yeah they be bad I threw me a dime in the trash I no longer got time for the basic

Quick to bust like I fell in some good pussy

This blunt full runtz I fell back from that cookie

Tryna sell out a show tell promoters to book me

I came out as a pro ion flow like no rookie (Two times)

I move with precision let them take the quick route

Insecure bitches can't take what they dish out

Toating this glitch and this stick got the dick out

You wouldn't trip bout a bitch if you knew what that shit bout

Respect it bra I'm the one put shit in order

Stack up some racks in the safe for my daughter

Two twenty three all in traffic in Florida

When I look at a map picture me across the border (Gone)

Chopping it up with the plug see how low he will go

It's forever gone snow but you never will know (Shhh)

Lace up my shoes to make sure I don't trip bout a hoe

If we can't get no racks then you can't be my bro

Glock twenty three and a carbon fifteen I got more than one strap on me just like a stud

You get that respect that you want when you come up from nothing

And get that shit out of the mud

I use to be use to the rain it's time for a change nigga now we just making it flood

When somebody get fronted and try to run off man he trying to say fuck you come get it blood

Twenty twenty had me trapping on Zelle

Why you in the trap you ain't had shit for sale

And if you get caught bet not have shit to tell

You investing in stocks I invest in the mail

My foot on the gas I can't stop at no light

If you try to run off better grip that shit tight

I got this for free but you pay the full price

I ain't wasting no heat bitch I'm shooting precise (Boom boom)

How you learn to survive never say that I can't

Cherry pie on my breathe when I walk in the bank

Gotta let that shit fly cause this shit getting stank

I'm impressing my kid nigga fuck what you think

Toating these sticks everywhere plus they legal

They need to go head and make that weed legal

I got my eyes on your ass like a eagle

You claim that you real well look out for your people

Bro on casamigos he changing his grammar (Drank)

Can't control when he behave in that matter

But I got them bags on the way like I'm Santa lil nigga

And just got some plays in Atlanta

Live in the fast lane gas to the floor

Street military stay ready to blow

The wave got the racks in effect that's fasho

Boy we play in the grass and we play in the snow bitch

(Two times)