No Hook ft. ThreeD Tae Lyrics

Bitch, I got no hook

Hit him with a no look

I really don't know what to say when he get in the way and I up it and hit him like bruh

Love when she giving me brain and I'm running a train in the back of the Civic like yuh

Hate when I'm seeing her name when she call everyday when I gave her the digits like nah

Imma just post on the main that I'm moving away so she stalk on my insta like yuh, yuh,yuh

She thought the dick on my waist was a gun

Imma come back in this bitch for the fun

Toting an auto, one forty-five, two ninety-four, with a carbon tip under the front

I ain't about that sticking around, I just up it and dodge, imma hit then I come and I go

Block on my phone, leave that bitch looking wild as hell like I made her just look at a ghost

I feel like I'm Popeye up off of the spinach

Eat up your bitch, man she tasting delicious

Back in the school I would cheat off a pretty bitch test and teacher was getting suspicious

I feel like it's Madden the way that I clip it

Fucking on her and her friend, double dip it

She blowing the snow like it's dome when I ain't even home, swear she might get addicted to Christmas

It look like a new pair of shoes when the racks getting tossed on the ground, watch the bands hit the floor

I enjoy it a little too much when I steal a little lady straight out of the hands of a hoe

Sucking my soul until I'm dead, I leave her on read, I'm done and she ain't even know

I'm turning these bitches to FED, they want all my bread, swear they only in love with the dough

Move, move, move

They think I can't spit, I got something to prove

Imma hop on a beat trying to do what I do

She clapping it back trying to make that shit move, move, move

Pop out with Milly, you about to get heavy

Pull up the 'vette to park next to a Chevy

Bitch I don't worry bout WAP cause the pussy keep coming when bitches surrounded by fetty

Step out the roof boy it's about to get messy

Lace up your shoes cause I'm about to get ready

Flame in the air for the mama who care about the youngin' who caught up and ain't getting steady

Calling me lethal cause Milly so deadly

Chopping shit up like it's vegetable medley

Feel like I'm Timmy, I'll wish for a burner, I'm fucking with Crocker and upping the Betty

Forty got me floating like I'm too gone, aye, hot girl like Tucson, aye

Running get you sprayed, make you lay, get your crew gone

Red and green stripes, blue bills, Gucci shoes on, aye

Water on my neck put a pool on, foreign bitch like Mulan, aye

Imma steal your girl out your hands like survival of the fittest, call that shit evolution, aye

Come with two-fifty, come score you a zip

With a Drac' on the side, we'll make your body flip

Catch us an opp, we shooting off the rip

We toting G-Locks and they filled with hollow tips

We loaded, we loaded, we loaded

Aye, Milly say gang, I don't think these folks hearing me

We chosen, we chosen, we chosen

Come shop by the pound, we ain't selling no ten a G

Big stepper, big J's, Vlone, too high, I'm in that zone

Big Glock, baby Drac', opp face is where you find that chrome

A nigga like me really working, ain't no rehearsing, trying to buy me a two-tone

She stay down with the gang, she'll get her a Birkin

This straight drop, won't cook up for too long