No Hook

Parking my whip on the west end Know The choppa Smith and wesson You better know Who the f*ck you testin Drop on yo knees like a fucking blessin I finesse it aint no stress Just know Isark coming next My lyrics leave you perplexed Now she calling me for sex Covered up, i got my money up ISARK on the mag, never fallin off Sprite and Shit in my double cup Spaced out hittin on the finest crop You wont ever catch me lacking Strapped to my chest like a fucking jackman 808s banging, make yo ears bleed Gentleman, go down and use a napkin Shitfaced, caught a case. Run round with a mask and blade Im a saint, in war paint, run up and come catch a fade All these hoes talking shit Running round, gettin lit «Ayy yo real quick, hmu if you need good dick» Kamikaze imma blow 6 lines Need three more just to feel fine Nothing is great in This ill mind You better cover up Cause i dont conceal mine You better duck Cause you in the firing line Pray to god that youll be fine Remember life has no rewind Good night homie, you outta time