No Hook (feat. Kay Stokeley)

I'll be getting racks, after racks, after racks Put that bag up on your fucking head bitch, you're dead All my niggas really getting money every day We don't got no time to be talking to no feds Money on me chasing it, I'm money on me making My brother keep the Glock, he run up on them, bitch, he fixing shit Don't try me, if you try me, I'll catch a body Get high in the fucking lobby, I'm with the fosty I want this shit on, killers keep a stick on Run up on a nigga, Glock, he hit him, finish him off My clothes got dirty, cause I threw him in a ditch on This bitch got flirty, and she wanna eat my dick on Climb me up upon the sun, bitch, I'm high to the sky Nigga, try me if you want, then they all gonna die Bitch I feel like I'm weed hoppin' I'm a hella bitch I feel like I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man Chop a nigga, run a lap, he's a runner All my niggas keep their macs, sound like thunder I get bids, I get bids, I get bids Run up on the floor, nigga, make him put his hands up I be really tryna get my motherfuckin' bands up I told my drop to swipe, now she think I'm with the scammers Put it in your pocket, so we never link on camera Fuckin' with the opps, that's the way you get your man done Some cool shit and bitches, I never let my mans come Some bitches in the same room, but she talkin' stang Pull up in a red cucko, they said two hoes Opps are way too cold, nigga, so mama's be frozen Your shit way too old, nigga, get ass down, go Oh, oh, no, we get it lit in this bitch I can't wait, get with y'all, got a stick ceiling Capements, gotta get my bands up Thanks for watching