No Hook ft. Al!as & Kiyus Lyrics

Smoke exotic is right but I pour up

I got water on me like a tundra

Bitch, I'm going straight up like a rocket

I'm throwing two hundred, that shit in my pocket

I pop me a perky, get hot like a socket

she get out my life but I love when she topping

Bitch hit my phone and I don't even bother

know I was gon' make it since I was toddler

Drinking this liquor it's straight out the bottle

Paint a picture for you like Picasso

Put a ring around you like a lasso

She get freaky when she off the cassa

Taking off, you better get ready

Going up but I'm keeping it steady

When I'm up she go blow like confetti

Double back cus' I like my shit heavy

Can't get setback

Gotta get that

Have em' talking that shit like I did that

The description you know I can't fit that

All that fuck shit you know I'm not with that

Talking shit I'll send shots at yo kickback

But your bitch in my phone cus' I hit that

And my men do the work while I sit back

And I know that they plot for the get back

Yeahh ohhh

I got the glock on my right

Deuce in my cup, I got wok in my sprite

The glock on my hip cus' they plot for my life

Mhmmm

They call me pharmacy plug

Stay with my dog just like I gotta pug

Taking these drugs cus' I don't get no love

Mhmmm

Like YSL rock with the thugs

White Lamborghini it clean like a dove

Interior matching the color the mud

Mhmmm

Having that shit that you could've

Put in that work you know that you would've

I ain't the type to go say I should've

I'm just the type to go get it

I'm just the type to go bet it

Acting like I got no clue

But nigga, I said it

Too many drugs

Too much lean

This ain't no booze

Don't even sweat it

Stay with my pug

We off a bean

We on the moon

Being a menace

We up ona moon we being menace

Been up with the stars, been up for a minute

Because I'm sighknah, they think that I'm kidding

The shit that I'm on, it ain't no pretending

Got shit ina whip but the windows be tinted

Them clicks it be hitting, the whip is not rented

I click on my pocket

The wok it be toting like rockets

I had to go switch on my image

And I'm with the gang

We be on shit at end of the day we know we independent

Then I call a play

Bro pulling up, then I'm calling the motion we running a scrimmage

Young legend in making

Finna start talking my shit and I let you know when I am finished

Young nigga fell deep in love with them digits

Executive shit, I be conducting business

Keep me a rack

Swing that shit out the way it's all for love they be thinking it's tennis

Can't hold a bitch down

She be a pain in my ass, all the time she be deep in her feelings

Painting a picture of me like a villain

Pain and feelings go up to the ceiling

Playing games

I can not do that shit, I'm running up and I know I gotta get it