No Hook Lyrics

Yea, I gotta few tones

I need a chain that say Carat to attract some new hoes

I be fresh as fucc all the way down to my toes

I got old haters cousin, I need some new foes

Icy as a hockey rink but I need some new gold

I need a backseat full of bitches wit' the roof gone

They be like "boi you high as hell"

Yea im too blown

Cause when I put this crown on my head I need two thrones

They always smell the weed when I pass by like its cologne

All that back & forth we aint doin' fam' im too grown

The fact I got away when DEA had gone thru my phone

I was put away & felt my life was like a car loan

At 13 I got arrested & dealt wit' my uncle Carlos

In my childhood I would stare at the Monte Carlo

Tasted fine pussy like Cabernet or the Merlot

Real shit, live yo life 'cause we aint promised tomorrow, uh

I Play To Win

I love to sin & usually fucc my friends

Plus I turn my L's into these W's & call it Wins

Anytime I pulled up at a Penthouse it was at the Wynn

We had a threesome off the Gin

Sex better than the gym

I barley think about wat happens once it all begins

Ridin' in my bitches whip

Grateful for the life im in

Hopin' I dont fucc it up

Joggin' 'til I run it up

Dusse in my double cup

Ballin' like my Omni Pumps

Yea, you know I had to figure more out

How to take the sore out

All the chances poured out

All this way wit' no route

Guilt & pain wit' no doubt

Heartaches to roar out

I drift away & burnout

& when I get it off the muscle I dont have to show off

Im still waiting on my day, that Tory Lanez shit wore off

Yea they booked me in Connecticut, everything was paid off

I opened up for Dave East but I dont feel like im on

Like my dream was watered down & all the bread I blew gone

Im finna write it off in taxes in the end if its wrong

I be sulkin' in my sorrow without writin' a song

Everything I had a passion for make me wanna yawn

All this money I be spendin' on my weed is beyond

She ask me if im cheatin' when I barely respond

Hoes hug me like a Diamond when its clapped to the prongs

I be forgettin' all my problems when im high 'cause im calm

Ima spitter, yo lips chapped, buy you some balm

Need my S.E.O to rank so search me like .Com

I be checkin' my statistics & im playin' in Guam

I couldn't lie to you, I had to move back in wit' my moms

I pull up buzzin' in my Jeep, hotboxin' on some G' shit

I aint wanna sell this raw homie but its street shit

I bought quarter, made a rack & soaked the game

I peeped it

I turned a basehead into profit on some fiend shit

Yea, standing on my ground

Yall be passin' hoes & wonder how they get around

Back when Lil' Mexico was active lettin' rounds

All I did was tag & kept on coloring my sound

Im no longer civilized, im runnin' outta chances

Everything I criticized molded into passion

They thew me in my cell & accused me of kidnappin'

I had to paint it for you like gloss, matte & satin