No Hook ft. Therealwoody Lyrics

I ain't fuckin' with these niggas, nah, I don't wanna chill with them

Better play it cards right, better know how to deal with them

Brody stay on go, yeah, you know he keep the steel with him

Hangin' with some real killers, yeah, we the real villains

We the real villains Step up in the party, we shut down the building

There's money in my pocket, you can feel a million

I know she see the pole pokin' out my denim

I'm movin' like a ghost, call me Danny Phantom

Call that bitch a baby, she be throwin' tantrums

I hate these fake niggas, man, I can't stand them

If they comin' on the block, yeah, we gon' ban them

They know woody I'm the goat

They know I'm on the block, and niggas know I do the most

I'm pistol packin', know I got it on me, I don't loaf

Fuck the cops, yeah, they finally let me off, pro

I'm in the stu with the zombies, Zoolin' with the zoes

Yeah, and we gon' catch you later

You know that I'ma chalk him up, somethin' like a taper

I walk around with big bank, yeah, a lot of paper

I pour eight out of purple, somethin' for the Lakers

This for the Brody, yeah, you know he fuckin' Lean

I'm off a yellow school bus, ridin' with the team

Yeah, wood gang, D-Block mean

Chrome heart shit, with Amiri jeans

When I'm back up on the beat, yeah, I'm goin' dumb

I got this Glocky on me, nigga, yeah, let's have some fun

Pop out on the bully, yeah, them niggas gon' run

And I ain't never loafin', yeah, I gotta keep my gun

I told you keep your pistol

Cause niggas wanna hit you when they try and kill you

I told you go ahead, get your paper, stay about the way

Niggas hatin' on D-Block, but ain't got shit to say

We rollin' up, we celebrate now, it's a holiday

I'm gettin' to this paper, you know I gotta make a way

And if it ain't about no paper, I just fade away

Baby, I'm just tryna fuck you, ain't no conversation

We gotta get this paper by today

Fuck them niggas, I don't even want him out the way

I catch him loafin' down bad, and I'ma do it north

It was an early age, nigga, I jumped off the porch

And I grabbed the torch

We be checkin' niggas, yeah, we don't show no remorse

And we be skirtin' on niggas, it's probably a Porsche

Rock designer on my body, I'm cool with the force

Calm Lil , Gallery shirt with Christian Dior

I ain't never had enough, always fiendin' for more

Fredo swing that lil' bitch, he know I'ma score

Told you, Bodie, that shit easy, she a fuckin' whore

I hit her once and gave her back, I don't want her no more

Yeah, yeah, I don't want her no more

We gettin' paper, we ain't really worryin' bout no whores

Facts, D-Block, shit, nigga