No Hook ft. NL Relly G Lyrics

I ain't fearing no nigga just copped me another gun

Riding with Choppas I'm talking like army guns

She wanna fuck on a nigga cause she know I be having

Got a few Glizzy's with different attachments

When I smoke on the haze I just get in that mode

You say that you solid went to court and you told

And I got 33 ain't no need to reload

If you whip through this bitch then I bet that bitch fold

I been flipping them grams I been stacking them digits

When it's time to go slide yea I know Danny with it

I been handing out packs I been Bipping them Gremlins

You say you gon' spin but I know you ain't with it

You got you a gun just to match your Lil' fitted

Me and Cuz' back to back with them racks like it's tennis

He say that it's smoke then I act like a dentist

I aim for his face and make sure he ain't living

I took a loss with them racks

I got it back

Hold on

Yea

He say you want smoke then it's that

Ain't no turning back

Hold on

Yea

All in his crib know his whereabouts

Catch him broad day got no picks we gon' air them out

Load up wit semis them Dracs and them Glocks

Spin that boy bend with a whole 100 shots

I remember days I ain't have it

Nah' I had nothing

I turnt this shit right around

I picked up a pack started flipping them racks

If he try to walk down bet I make him get back

Broke as a bitch they ain't give me no racks

Now they all on my dick just because that I rap

I don't need me no pen or no pad I just rap

I just walk in the booth spark a Blunt and I Zap

Saying I ain't getting no money

He must be crazy

I'm trapping hard like the 80s

Might shoot out of town with my lady

But nah they can't save them

Brodie put the boy on the pavement

When I'm geeked up boy you can't see us

Talking shit then I bet the boy leave us

Walked down that boy ain't see us

Always on offense never on defense

I walk in this bitch I bet nobody touching me

G lock fine but making shit ugly

We be the type to come thru with some army shit

Think this shit little but take off a arm and shit

Ain't with all the wolfing man Lil buddy fake tough

I just up pole ain't gotta' say much

Won't be missing my shot like a lay up

They come and find you boy you better pay up

I'm with the fives

The guys that be sliding

Ain't nowhere to hide I'm telling you

Lace up the boots with the fit and they step on you

You shoulda' known that you fucked up

Came outside ain't get touched boy you lucked up

Ain't gon' be to much longer till luck up

I done seen niggas air out a store and it's kids in that bitch

On this side we give no fucks

Ain't got no time to be stuffing no big ass shotgun shells

We keeping a Drac

Know I play line on the field but if the boy drop him a dot

Imma' pick up a case

Know Imma' chill in the function

But if them boys mug in the party we clear out the place

That button be flipping shit backwards

Like how did I pick up the lead and make shit get erased

I do this shit easy slight effortless

Off the field I am not with the wrestling

Catch a opp on a bike he get popped while he pedaling

We do damage you can't heal with no medicine

Scope the room for some shit for I step in it

Got a mop

But I'll make me a mess in it

Get the drop

Then we drop shit literally

Watch the backdoor for these hoes

They tryna' set you up

She get caught in the middle then wet her up

This a V eight

Try catching up

Don't be askin them if they still spinning like

Yea

Is you really stepping like

Yea

Is y'all finna catch him like

Yea

Do you got it on you like

Yea

Is you Finna' use it

Yea