NO HOOK 2.0 ft. Soup Beats Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Fuck everybody, I put that on anybody

If you bout it, I need to know

I'm very cocky, I'll tell you I'm sorry

Then turn around, grin, and I'm good to go

Asking where I've been, you would never know

Browsing my shit, I don't pigeonhole

Sitting on the bench, I've been miserable

Coach finna put me in so I get to show ay

Davy boy been too impatient

Swerving in the lane

Big stepping in my Asics woah

I've been getting wins on the daily

Upping all the stakes, slow down I don't pace this, no

Y'all try to cap me, I rise to my pinnacle, I cannot know what I'm finna do

I need 150 proof, got me stoking the flames when I'm in the room

How you gonna let it go out

Propane on top, now I'm like a pro now

7-8 hits, I ain't keeping no count

Ask me for the keys, I ain't finna show how

7-8 hits, 7-8 bands 7-8 chats, how I stack GCs

Bitch, I got steam off the top, PCs

Till I arrived, I know time BC, ay

Counting to takeoff, I'm bout to fly, don't want alibi

Thought that I told you a thousand times

I'll say shit to your face, I don't gotta lie

I keep my opps like I'm Power 5

I'm on the top, you a bottom line

I don't keep count, so I run up amounts on my tracks, then I find out I'm out of time

Want me to stop abrasive thoughts, I've been making all, time is ticking off

I had to find my place to vibe in peace

I'm not for days, I'm not for weeks, I want it all

Stop this basis, I'm too different

That's my niche, embraced it, making haters stall

That's just the way I roll

And I don't care to stand out

We never mapping plans out

We just amount to doing the shit that I love and it ends up all good for the health

That's just the wisdom I found

That's all the feeling I felt

I can't be healing for y'all, that's the limit

I'm killing my goals if I don't focus in on myself

I can do bars on bars, but where's the draw?

Easy to let the mind wanda, no Maximoff

I hit the max, I'm off

First impressions, I just wait till the cap is off

Don't find the wave till I'm after all

I'm passing all of my marks from the kitchen wall

Living for all the chances I missed before

Don't know whether I'm changed like I did the storms

Been the same as I treat myself, bleed myself, bleed to death

I'm living reckless, I need some breaths

I gotta calm down, but I feel like I need that less

Cooking up, now I'm a fiend for the stress

Linkin to park, now I'm leaving the rest

Needing the best

Got my head craning

I'm crazy from east to the west