No Hook, Pt. 3 ft. A Million Grams Lyrics

I just dropped an 8thie in the wood

I just left the wash

I just pulled up right back to the hood

I just text the plug, said we good

I just woke up, got it out the mud, way before I had a buzz

White gold, diamonds froze

I think he love her nigga, claimed and she chose

Plenty choppers we can bang out

Spin through, we know where you pussy niggas hang out

I said them baggies is heavy

It got it weighing up different

I can sell you it whole

Or I can get a percentage

Third eye on the pendant

Same thang wit the glizzy

Baby I'm really a celebrity to be around me a privilege

Ain't no rules to the payback

If it's smoke, nigga, say that

Shoes from Neiman, ain't no pay less

Shake that ass, bitch a pro

All my niggas on go

You niggas funds running low

Buffs same color cocaina

My bitch is Aquafina

Diamond's In the face neutregena

Pepsi blue my last Beamer

Fucking wit this bitch named enigma had to pass her to my nihha

Think he lit, I'ma go put out his candle

Don't you be the nail, nigga, always be the hammer

Package wrapped, it ain't no Santa Claus

Ain't no question, niggas know I got the blammer

Boss bitch, and she on the money shit

Turnt up, five star

I don't want no bummy chick

And I don't know it if you ask me

Fuck with hoes, but a nigga love a bitch that's classy yeah

Fuck with hoes, but a nigga love a bitch that's classy yeah

Fuck with hoes, but a nigga love a bitch that's classy yeah