NO HOOKS by K-ILL_777 Lyrics
Verse 1: K-ILL
Pop the trunk on a nigga for talking out his for talking out his mouth
I be toting 40s you be sippin 40 ounce
Niggas acting froggy immma make his body bounce
This is my shit nigga this is my house
If I up the choppa imma make his pull his funds out
The one on ones shady might just pull the guns out
Shawty bend it over and she got the buns out
Nigga im too ill i got the suds now
Cop a couple stacks and throw it on a bust down
Give her dick and then I pass it like a touchdown
Air it out and turn the block into a ghost town
Hit it raw sike I gave her ass the smackdown
Got a MAC in the back pack
It ain't a laptop
Nigga moving weight
I'm flipping bricks outta the crock pot
Whip it whip it
Til my god damn wrist lock
40 cock back real quick
Tick Tock
Got them birds comin in
Issa whole flock
He thought it was a B.B
Well issa whole Glock
I bring it to your door nigga
I do not knock
Bands keep comin nigga
They do not stop
How you got a rollie
Can't read a wristwatch
You be chasing bitches
I be trynna get knots
On my p's q's you gotta
Watch out for them opps
Bro said dont trust a soul
So I got a mop
Fuck that bitch only after she yuck me
Bend it over put dick in her tummy
So much paper I feel like a monkey
All this ice got my nose hella runny
We not built the same nigga we not buddies
Two latin bitches and a couple snow bunnies
I got some act pour it up til its muddy
So much heat make me feel like its sunny
Tote banana clips I feel like a monkey
Get that cash make it fast in a hurry
You know the flow cold like a mcflurry
I’m still dumpin off shots steph curry
Neck full of ice it look like a snow cone
Backshots leave her walking like frozone
Think a nigga ever lacking that’s a no no
Know a nigga don’t want smoke like the ozone
Slide me the beat i go crazy like Steve-O
Pull up n snatch a nigga chain like D-BO
Issa a lick knock knock see if he home
Come to the door n the Glock at the peephole
Pop pop sound like grease when the heat on
Face glass no case keep a ski on
Keep that 9 on my hip like a beeper
He lackin left his ass on a t shirt
Diamonds on my neck
They wet like some water
She call me daddy but that
Bitch not my daughter
You niggas cappin like sum
New era starters
This a hellcat bitch
Not a charger
Only stop at the top
On my mother
Run it up if it’s
Static or drama
Sb be the gang
Them my brothers
Chase the bag bitch
I need the commas
BITCH
Verse 2: BOA MVRLON
How you got a strap but ain’t never buss it yet
Forget the vest nigga we don’t shoot below the neck
Like i’m Nike boy how i’m running to these checks
Ain’t a body builder but a nigga had to flex
If a nigga run up imma make his body drop
Never lacking nigga never leave with out the Glock
We don’t do no chattin we gon pull up at ya spot
If we beefin nigga don’t be lackin on yo block
I hear a nigga chatting but he won't fucking test
And if he do know i’ll lay his ass like the rest
Ain’t named Johnny but a nigga know not to Test
Nigga think he tough put 10 shots all up in his chest
See yo shawty know i’m finna go blow it out
And if a nigga violate then we gon war it out ( fuck em)
These niggas hating boy i give em some to fuss about
And if a jit talking shit i’m finna buss his mouth
I be road running with a 30 on my waist
And if you ain’t talking money bitch get out my face
Do you wrong dump yo body leave it with no trace
Bend her over got her walking like Bambi on skates
BOA
Blood over anything man
Pop the trunk on a nigga for talking out his for talking out his mouth
I be toting 40s you be sippin 40 ounce
Niggas acting froggy immma make his body bounce
This is my shit nigga this is my house
If I up the choppa imma make his pull his funds out
The one on ones shady might just pull the guns out
Shawty bend it over and she got the buns out
Nigga im too ill i got the suds now
Cop a couple stacks and throw it on a bust down
Give her dick and then I pass it like a touchdown
Air it out and turn the block into a ghost town
Hit it raw sike I gave her ass the smackdown
Got a MAC in the back pack
It ain't a laptop
Nigga moving weight
I'm flipping bricks outta the crock pot
Whip it whip it
Til my god damn wrist lock
40 cock back real quick
Tick Tock
Got them birds comin in
Issa whole flock
He thought it was a B.B
Well issa whole Glock
I bring it to your door nigga
I do not knock
Bands keep comin nigga
They do not stop
How you got a rollie
Can't read a wristwatch
You be chasing bitches
I be trynna get knots
On my p's q's you gotta
Watch out for them opps
Bro said dont trust a soul
So I got a mop
Fuck that bitch only after she yuck me
Bend it over put dick in her tummy
So much paper I feel like a monkey
All this ice got my nose hella runny
We not built the same nigga we not buddies
Two latin bitches and a couple snow bunnies
I got some act pour it up til its muddy
So much heat make me feel like its sunny
Tote banana clips I feel like a monkey
Get that cash make it fast in a hurry
You know the flow cold like a mcflurry
I’m still dumpin off shots steph curry
Neck full of ice it look like a snow cone
Backshots leave her walking like frozone
Think a nigga ever lacking that’s a no no
Know a nigga don’t want smoke like the ozone
Slide me the beat i go crazy like Steve-O
Pull up n snatch a nigga chain like D-BO
Issa a lick knock knock see if he home
Come to the door n the Glock at the peephole
Pop pop sound like grease when the heat on
Face glass no case keep a ski on
Keep that 9 on my hip like a beeper
He lackin left his ass on a t shirt
Diamonds on my neck
They wet like some water
She call me daddy but that
Bitch not my daughter
You niggas cappin like sum
New era starters
This a hellcat bitch
Not a charger
Only stop at the top
On my mother
Run it up if it’s
Static or drama
Sb be the gang
Them my brothers
Chase the bag bitch
I need the commas
BITCH
Verse 2: BOA MVRLON
How you got a strap but ain’t never buss it yet
Forget the vest nigga we don’t shoot below the neck
Like i’m Nike boy how i’m running to these checks
Ain’t a body builder but a nigga had to flex
If a nigga run up imma make his body drop
Never lacking nigga never leave with out the Glock
We don’t do no chattin we gon pull up at ya spot
If we beefin nigga don’t be lackin on yo block
I hear a nigga chatting but he won't fucking test
And if he do know i’ll lay his ass like the rest
Ain’t named Johnny but a nigga know not to Test
Nigga think he tough put 10 shots all up in his chest
See yo shawty know i’m finna go blow it out
And if a nigga violate then we gon war it out ( fuck em)
These niggas hating boy i give em some to fuss about
And if a jit talking shit i’m finna buss his mouth
I be road running with a 30 on my waist
And if you ain’t talking money bitch get out my face
Do you wrong dump yo body leave it with no trace
Bend her over got her walking like Bambi on skates
BOA
Blood over anything man