Hooked (feat. Westside Buzzin' & Joger Lopez)

The attached sounds you hear are really images She told me she can't drink De Beers then put her tongue on my six pack (ahh) Te mostrarte agua pero no puedo make you drink that That's a big fact When I say (uh, uh) hahaha She feel that (uh uh) The ceiling the flow, I'ma genie She happy to hear me, see me, feel me, in that order Had you H double O-K O-H ye, ye lets go further (lets go further, let's go further) Every line is a book on the shelf Every word a million pictures in the book Now I got you hooked like Saturday's when my bro and I would fish with my dad This is like the best vegan food you never had Until now, can't spit them one minute microwave raps But I do welcome all the TV heads She in my phone like she want another strawberries Her favorite project eighty-eight point eight FM She near the coast somewhere She into Co-star and when she buy shoes she always buy two pair Shout out to VV Rappers can't wait till BC kick the pail You don't wanna John see me Kick you in yo low shin like Johnson & Johnson Every bar too heavy shout out to FredTheGxd If I could get one DJ to play this it would be Fred The Godson RIP to Agnes, Corbin, and my cousin I pour out some Right now I'm in New York and it's like thirty something My mom sending me links to sites that say Charlotte business has grown I guess she want me to come back home BC come back home, BC come back home I'm not a rolling stone but mom I'm tryna put us on from rapping songs and singing raps You probably think I be's in the trap Everything is a trap mom, I ain't tryna climb the ladder I'm gonna own one, word to rich dad poor dad When hard times come, uh, I wanna pour that BC poor poet, how I did it with the notepad I don't take a lot of picture nah, nah, nah where they do that? This the invisible Kool-aid with Sprite Remix, uh, not the Moët She only say yes I can sir She wasn't born in June or July And she don't smoke bogies either And she the cake, cake, cake Still wanna see me with a piece of the pie Got you hooked I got you hooked I got you hooked, uh Threw a jab Faked the left Then right hooked, uh Got you hooked I got you hooked I got you hooked, huh? Threw a jab Faked the left Then right hooked, yea I give her the yick she give it a lick and then I tell her to step off These wack niggas salty I season my sauce with pepper Rap niggas need a pep talk before they commence I crashed the whip and came back stronger like Errol Spence The world love even ones who can't stand me So a verse from me is like a hood Grammy Niggas tried to bite my style mistook it for cotton candy But its fiberglass one lick and that's yo ass this some shit you can't get pass I wrote this verse three times like I got OCD Running round head nappy like I'm ODB I came a long way from tryna f*ck hoes in Peach Tree I know they want me, back, home, but I'm gone I got you hooked I got you hooked I got you hooked, uh Tried to fade it but yo ass got cooked, uh I got her hooked I got her hooked I got her hooked, uh She seen me once and had to take a second look, uh I got you hooked I got you hooked I got you hooked, uh Tried to fade it but yo ass got cooked, uh I got her hooked I got her hooked I got her hooked, uh She seen me once and had to take a second look, look Estoy llorando lo que nunca me ha salido bien (bien) Y me pregunto si lo habrán notado Nunca había pensado que la estela del vaivén Me ayudaría a saber dónde tenía que haber cambiado Tengo demasiado karma esperándome a la salida Mi paciencia es como un gato lamiéndose las heridas Se ve tranquilo desde donde lo miras Pero en el fondo todo ha cambiado tanto que ni imaginas Estoy tan callado que escucho mi resentimiento Y aunque todo esté de maravilla me atormenta igual Yo comprendí que la lluvia se lleva dentro Cuando vi que no escampabas a pesar de esconderte en el mar Y me tuve que callar a pesar de que pese Solo a mí me importan esas pequeñeces Vengo de mi propio futuro para advertirme Que los gritos siempre van a tentarme; pasado que oscurece Todo eso que me guardo tiene complejos suicidas La soga al cuello cuando nadie mira Ya casi ni lo escribo Se me hizo una coraza de lágrimas reprimidas Me queda un millón de cosas por decirte Pero cada vez son menos las ganas que tengo de hacerlo Los ojos se me empañan cuando hablas de irte Muy a pesar de que, en el fondo, solo espero por verlo De blanco y negro veo el futuro de mi memoria Todos los recuerdos en plano secuencia y sin trayectoria Impasible pero lleno de euforia Que no se acaben las ideas con las dedicatorias