No Hook 109 by The-Shed Lyrics

[Verse 1: The Shed]
Cut wrist
Pull up on a fuck face
Duck face
What's your verb nigga
What'chu heard nigga
Ferg nigga
You a bird nigga
Larry Joe nigga
Hoe nigga
From the O nigga
Where the drop top when the base drop

[Verse 2: CHRI$$$]
Straight to the topp
I'm a young nigga I came from the block
Ima fuck yo hoe we know she a thot
Lazy lil hoe all she do is give top
Damnnnn bro why she talking a lot
Idk bro she be blowing my spot
[Verse 3: Popamanny]
Yea its morning we smoking alot
We smoking the pack and we smokin the pot
In the middle of the school parking lot
Bam bam bam nigga we taking shots
Red and blue yea we running the clock
All the cops be having all the Glocks
Tryna get niggas trapped in the lock
Yea time is ticking yea tick tick tock

[Verse 4: The Shed]
Talk talk, run up the block block and get yo shit pop
Turn your head into a crop top, Drop top
Ion gotta try to get top top
Ion gotta try to make her hip hop
Flip flop, fuck her on a hill top
Real talk, *Real talk* drafted or her ass did
Lasted, she got casted like she acted
Tatted, extended on that acid that I added

[Verse 5: CHRI$$$]
Smoking on cookies that shit got me blasted
Fucking yo hoe it was good while it lasted
Bummy lil nigga all yo bitches is ratchet
Don't play wit me boy u know I hold ratchets
And I ain't afraid if a nigga got to blast it
Have the whole town like damn that shit tragic
Have u disappearing just like some magic 19 im pushing a foreign u know that I crashed it
[Verse 6: Popamanny]
Fuck all the copies yea i am the classic
Hop da fuck of me yea you are a last pick
My lips arent soft oh where the chapstick
50 mill loft yea it is fantastic
My girl is real but your’s is a plastic
Oh shit yea that is so tragic
Here is my fanta
Gift from the santa
Straight from atlanta
Yo girl so horny
Yea i already pants ha

[Verse 7: The Shed]
Advance her, my diamond's a dance
My style just got cancer, doctor no answer
*Ouuu*
Let this shit render
Got more hoes then Asap on tinder
Intelligence and style in the blender
2pac my lender
Cognitive intelligence descender
I'm pulling up wit biggie
I'm pulling up niggas that made me
I'm pulling out 50
Im where it's at
I'm wit that Ratta tat tat
[Verse 8: CHRI$$$]
Dammmmmmnnn chris why u do him like that
Now His eye is all blue and it's blacc
Cause I am a real nigga I don't do that chat
Remember the days when I used to just trap
Used to ride round in the back of the back of the matte black maybach
Riding around with the strap on my lap and u know I got pack on my back
I don't give out chances no I don't cut slack
Damn U ain't even give him a chance
Well I warned in advance
Now I'm chilling wit a bad bitch in France
I knew that she wanted me just with 1 glance

[Verse 9: Popamanny]
I knew that i wanted her just one dance
Im chillin with bros and chillin with champs
I am a black genie rub my fuckin lamp
You got three wishes please dont blow your chance
1 i got yo bitch in a trance
2 i got more bitches with the bandz
3 they already at my expanse
“nigga who are you”
Im me just just enhanced

Yea its morning we smoking alot
We smoking the pack and we smokin the pot
In the middle of the school parking lot
Bam bam bam nigga we taking shots
Red and blue yea we running the clock
All the cops be having all the Glocks
Tryna get niggas trapped in the lock
Yea time is ticking yea tick tick tock

Fuck all the copies yea i am the classic
Hop da fuck of me yea you are a last pick
My lips arent soft oh where the chapstick
50 mill loft yea it is fantastic
My girl is real but your’s is a plastic
Oh shit yea that is so tragic
Here is my fanta
Gift from the santa
Straight from atlanta
Yo girl so horny
Yea i already pants ha

I knew that i wanted her just one dance
Im chillin with bros and chillin with champs
I am a black genie rub my fuckin lamp
You got three wishes please dont blow your chance
1 i got yo bitch in a trance
2 i got more bitches with the bandz
3 they already at my expanse
“nigga who are you”
Im me just just enhanced