No Hook Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah can't you do it again

Told him it ain't nothin' personal, it's always business if you want the grams , you can pull up and get it i gave my nigga sime motion , put him in position

I try to give him the game, but he keep on spinnin

He a hard headed youngin', he just don't get it

Like Popeye's, I'm ridin' round with the biscuit I'm on the back roads, I'm distributing the gremlins

Think you gonna figure me out, nigga, who is you kiddin'

Bro down in jail and he getting his weight up

I'm on the box, still runnin' that cake up

If you owe me i need it you know you gotta pay up

I'm always hustling i ain't tryna lay up

Just like a pamper I'm puttin' that shit on

My youngin' keep askin' my block, we gon' spin on

Robbin' the dice game like who Betting 10 -4

We the type nigga bring that shit to your front door

Told lil' bro, fuck the beef, we need more cheese

On the phine with the plug told him that we need more peas

Ridin' with the baby choppa it ain't no car seat

Sellin' that white girl, we on the back street

Been through they block, tellin' that shit to track me

I ain't white for nothin', only cash attract me

I heard its smoke in the air, come get at me

448, yeah, you know they get bussed down

Rockin' the rubber bands until get a bus down

Dip in the coupe, I ain't takin' the bus now

She used to play games, now she call me to fuck now

Free all the men, I can't wait till they touch down

Bro, a real drank head he can't put the cup down

He sent a diss ain't no pics, so its up now

Stayin' low-key, I be playin' in the background

I'mbout the way, I been runnin' them racks up

If you tap in' with me, I bet I'll turn your trap up

G26, make a fuck nigga back up

Bro got a sweet move, we bout to mask up

I told a bro, crack his ass, he act tuff

I had to put in the grind aint get no luck

Locked in the trap , I been doin' my push-ups

He try bake him cake and got burned up

Jugg & finesse, I can take you to trap school

I bet on myself, I ain't fucking with fanduel

It's crazy, you cuffing' that bitch & she ran through

Been through they block give they family , i some bad news

Bitch, I'm a heavyweight, these niggas featherweight

I put some wok kn my cup just to medicate

I spot him, I got him, I swear I won't hesitate

Ain't comin' second, I'm comin' in first place

I'm in the trap with the digital scale

We Get them pounds from cali , they come in the mail

My dog would be home, if they gave him bail

I live by omerta wont bend break or fold

Aint talkin' Chipotle, but we got them bowls

Strapped up like oasis yeah, we got them poles

Like a laundry mat we got a whole lot of loads

My young nigga cruddy, he fightin' the M1

Even though I'm a lil nigga keep me a big gun

He was letting off pop shot , he ain't even hit ' none

She keep callin but I'm in the trap what this bitch

Want

Heard that he hot so I'm checkin' his temperature

I don't feel him for real I can see all the bitch in him

I've been pushin' the pounds, you can say I be benchin' him

We do not trip out these hoes we be switchin' them

That ain't your whip, bitch, you stiff yea you rentin

12 get behind me, no question, I'm hittin' it

Bro caught a hat with the strap we got rid of it

I ain't sellin' no Yings, I ain't doin' no swaps

Top for the morning, we open up shop

I'm in the trap, they keep tellin' me drop

I ain't wastin' no time, keep my eye on the clock