No Hook by Thirties Lyrics
[Intro]
Gang
Free Spoocc nigga
Charge boy mafia
Shout out my young nigga Jaymere
Rip Tink
Feen money shit
Yea
Gang
Say my loyalty solid
Say my loyalty solid
Cha-arge boys
Say my loyalty solid
Nigga gang
Shout out pops
[Verse1]
Say my loyalty solid
My circle small like a condom
My hood big as a bonnet
Better the drugs and the prices
We was taught to be silent
Getting more green than an island
Heat changing the climate
My dope turn em to clients
Niggas don't keep it real
Nigga I creep with the steel
I spit a verse worth a mil
So I’m not signing a deal
I'm from a hood with the killers
Hustlers and shooters gorillas
Flexing that bitch so ignorant
A lot of my niggas killing
Feeling like with the realest
I got the hoes stuffin pills
Niggas catching these shells
A lot of these niggas tell
I can really get you killed
Get you sent down to hell
By my killers out hill
You ain't know i’m for real
CBM ain't got no chill
Gone be a murder for real
Diss my niggas in jail
Then I am going to drill
It's time to weight all the scales
It's time to balance the cells
It's time to fraction the meal
I made it happen for real
Niggas lacking for real
I'm a savage for real
Bitch i'll wack you for real
Mono uh clap you for real
Pooty serving the wheel
Free my bro Lil Wil
I told them hoes wish me will
I know they might get me killed
Know they don't like me for real
I did too many drills
Got bitches missing they man
Niggas missing they friends
I took bro death on the chin
Wish I could see him again
Hope the lord forgive my sins
Might be a murder again
Nigga (bang bang bang)
(Ian bout to keep talking)
Might be a murder again
Nigga
The fuck these niggas talking bout
Nigga
Gang gang
Oh shit i’m back again
They see us and they panicking
All of us been wacking shit
Selling drugs and trafficking
Got shot now I won’t lack again
Up that and I yack at him
Thirties got a vest in him
Bussing with no vest on him
He disrespect i'm stretching him
Fuck the opps ain’t sparing them
Tell the opps ain't scared of them
See the opps i'm flaring them
Me and Jay disappearing them
Homies acting weird again
Im up I guessed they scared again
Cus i'm not playing fair again
Marty leave you there again
Chris got the stick on him
Play you get yo issue then
We blowing like we whistling
Free Spoocc he a gremlin
They hating cus i’m getting rich
Shoot you in my timberlines
And have Steve finish it
Betting they remember this
I'll wack the innocent
Started up i'll finish it
Give a fuck who hit the bitch
She special she got privileges
Shooting out the ligaments
I get the brick start pitching in
Back again i'm in this bitch
Feen money we getting rich
Remember we was hitting licks
Bitches pressed to get the dick
Models pressed to get the kiss
Niggas pressed to sell a zip
But swearing that they getting shit
Ain't my son don't worship it
Play me let the toaster spit
I up in then it's over with
Choppa got a over hit
Cooking up the dope with mix
They buckin when that oder hit
Know I got her over with
Have em feeling over lit
I'm posted with them older crips who ain't never went for shit
[Outro]
Bitch
Nigga they ain't never went for shit
Bitch
Gang gang gang gang gang
Nigga
Fuck these niggas talking bout
These niggas wanna keep playing with the thirties nigga
Feen money shit nigga
Fuck what a bitch talking bout tell her go get a bag
She ain't got one nigga
These hoes flat nigga
Working at fucking fast food resturants thinking that they doing shit
Bitch go get a check nigga
Gang
Cus my loyalty solid
Gang
I said my loyalty solid
Gang
Free Spoocc nigga
Charge boy mafia
Shout out my young nigga Jaymere
Rip Tink
Feen money shit
Yea
Gang
Say my loyalty solid
Say my loyalty solid
Cha-arge boys
Say my loyalty solid
Nigga gang
Shout out pops
[Verse1]
Say my loyalty solid
My circle small like a condom
My hood big as a bonnet
Better the drugs and the prices
We was taught to be silent
Getting more green than an island
Heat changing the climate
My dope turn em to clients
Niggas don't keep it real
Nigga I creep with the steel
I spit a verse worth a mil
So I’m not signing a deal
I'm from a hood with the killers
Hustlers and shooters gorillas
Flexing that bitch so ignorant
A lot of my niggas killing
Feeling like with the realest
I got the hoes stuffin pills
Niggas catching these shells
A lot of these niggas tell
I can really get you killed
Get you sent down to hell
By my killers out hill
You ain't know i’m for real
CBM ain't got no chill
Gone be a murder for real
Diss my niggas in jail
Then I am going to drill
It's time to weight all the scales
It's time to balance the cells
It's time to fraction the meal
I made it happen for real
Niggas lacking for real
I'm a savage for real
Bitch i'll wack you for real
Mono uh clap you for real
Pooty serving the wheel
Free my bro Lil Wil
I told them hoes wish me will
I know they might get me killed
Know they don't like me for real
I did too many drills
Got bitches missing they man
Niggas missing they friends
I took bro death on the chin
Wish I could see him again
Hope the lord forgive my sins
Might be a murder again
Nigga (bang bang bang)
(Ian bout to keep talking)
Might be a murder again
Nigga
The fuck these niggas talking bout
Nigga
Gang gang
Oh shit i’m back again
They see us and they panicking
All of us been wacking shit
Selling drugs and trafficking
Got shot now I won’t lack again
Up that and I yack at him
Thirties got a vest in him
Bussing with no vest on him
He disrespect i'm stretching him
Fuck the opps ain’t sparing them
Tell the opps ain't scared of them
See the opps i'm flaring them
Me and Jay disappearing them
Homies acting weird again
Im up I guessed they scared again
Cus i'm not playing fair again
Marty leave you there again
Chris got the stick on him
Play you get yo issue then
We blowing like we whistling
Free Spoocc he a gremlin
They hating cus i’m getting rich
Shoot you in my timberlines
And have Steve finish it
Betting they remember this
I'll wack the innocent
Started up i'll finish it
Give a fuck who hit the bitch
She special she got privileges
Shooting out the ligaments
I get the brick start pitching in
Back again i'm in this bitch
Feen money we getting rich
Remember we was hitting licks
Bitches pressed to get the dick
Models pressed to get the kiss
Niggas pressed to sell a zip
But swearing that they getting shit
Ain't my son don't worship it
Play me let the toaster spit
I up in then it's over with
Choppa got a over hit
Cooking up the dope with mix
They buckin when that oder hit
Know I got her over with
Have em feeling over lit
I'm posted with them older crips who ain't never went for shit
[Outro]
Bitch
Nigga they ain't never went for shit
Bitch
Gang gang gang gang gang
Nigga
Fuck these niggas talking bout
These niggas wanna keep playing with the thirties nigga
Feen money shit nigga
Fuck what a bitch talking bout tell her go get a bag
She ain't got one nigga
These hoes flat nigga
Working at fucking fast food resturants thinking that they doing shit
Bitch go get a check nigga
Gang
Cus my loyalty solid
Gang
I said my loyalty solid