No Hook ft. Huncho MJ Lyrics

Every time you turn the TV on I'm in the daily news

I mean news daily

I just met a snow bunny in shawnee her name Haley

I've been brewing up in the stu, but I'm not Bailey

If you want a verse from the boy, then you gotta pay me

Got me feeling like Lil Boat, cause you drive me crazy

I be feeling like SpongeBob, I be driving crazy

Biscotti what we smoking on it got me feeling real lazy

Burning on this beat, got me feeling like I'm Johnny Blaze

Beat a nigga ass, combo three times like I'm Johnny Cage

Patek on my wrist, need it flooded, calling Johnny Dang

Fuck the diamonds in my AP, gotta have a plain Jane

Peter Parker shit, got a girl, call her Mary Jane

Trailblazer lights out, now they gotta call me Dame

Really bout this rap shit, you other niggas just lame

Sledge hammer, triple H, now it's time to play the game

Masked up, broad day, like I got that COVID shit

I'm shooting if there's five niggas on me, that's that Kobe shit

We was chasing bread while you was high off them opiates

They took your homie life and the drugs was how you cope with it

Damn, you niggas weird, didn't slide for your fucking man

CC real large, shout out gang, that's the fucking brand

Shout out Lil Baby nigga, always smoking on that Wham

Niggas really fed, see them snitching, see they fucking cam

Never need a bitch, I'm what a bitch need

Real dog ass nigga, feeling like speed

Making plays on the field, L'Jarius Sneed

Pre-game before the pre-game, I'm feeling T'd

When I do my dancey dance, you just gotta watch

Double D's nice ass, skin butterscotch

I just want the mouth baby, I don't want the box

Niggas call me Smith because I got the game on lock

Undefeated season, got me feeling like I'm Cam Newton

Get a lot of money, got me feeling like we never losing

Shooting missiles down your block, call me fucking Vlad Putin

Clippers fourth quarter, screaming, what the fuck Batum doing

Feeling like I'm Hollywood, I'm doing them the worst way

Asking hella questions, got me feeling like a survey

Pass it to the bros, I don't need her, she a throwaway

But if you was my bitch, you better not ever give the throat away

Wishing at wishing well, you be throwing dimes away

Lame nigga fucking up the motion, scaring dimes away

Yesterday I didn't have time, I got time today

I don't count no money, I just see how much my pockets weigh

Real rap shit, this the second song in an hour

Shorty say you musty probably need a real big shower

Ivy League college, yeah, we just came out of Howard

Cold in DC so we put on that Eddie Bauer