No Hook by Almighty Beezy Lyrics
I cut my dog just for leaching on me
They say almighty he be sceening homie
They want my brother in the feds free my demon homie
Glock take off your head leaving you stinking homie
Put a broom up on my Glock because we cleaning homie
Always watch out for the cops I got this heater on me
Feel the led from this Glock think he gone beat up on me
Creeping through your block I got this neena on me
Up this pistol you gone stand down
So you wanna be a man now
GIP MARCO bitch it's gonna be another man down
When I up this heat best believe you get fan down
Free my brother bobo he ain’t gone talk he gone shake some
He can flash them racks best believe we gone take some
Ooh i like the way the glizzy shoot it's gone face him
Screeeming free my vaulters they gone bake some
GIP MARCO that my lil demon
When I up this 2 like we in Cleveland
223 shells hit his top and left he steaming
And he up the glizzy to my face and he ain't squeeze it
Close case took off his face he never seened it
30 shot didn’t leave trace they couldn't believe it
I been up since five am I been sceeming
Beat her back she give me top them I'm leaving
500 Hunit dropping shit they be tweaking
Go against your head wit this 40 wat you thinkin
Set up on wood with them sticks we been chief in
I'm gone lay that wood fuck her good she be sleeping
You know what jack boys get just for theifin
With the gang sending flames
They say almighty he be sceening homie
They want my brother in the feds free my demon homie
Glock take off your head leaving you stinking homie
Put a broom up on my Glock because we cleaning homie
Always watch out for the cops I got this heater on me
Feel the led from this Glock think he gone beat up on me
Creeping through your block I got this neena on me
Up this pistol you gone stand down
So you wanna be a man now
GIP MARCO bitch it's gonna be another man down
When I up this heat best believe you get fan down
Free my brother bobo he ain’t gone talk he gone shake some
He can flash them racks best believe we gone take some
Ooh i like the way the glizzy shoot it's gone face him
Screeeming free my vaulters they gone bake some
GIP MARCO that my lil demon
When I up this 2 like we in Cleveland
223 shells hit his top and left he steaming
And he up the glizzy to my face and he ain't squeeze it
Close case took off his face he never seened it
30 shot didn’t leave trace they couldn't believe it
I been up since five am I been sceeming
Beat her back she give me top them I'm leaving
500 Hunit dropping shit they be tweaking
Go against your head wit this 40 wat you thinkin
Set up on wood with them sticks we been chief in
I'm gone lay that wood fuck her good she be sleeping
You know what jack boys get just for theifin
With the gang sending flames