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a.reevez - killed the hook lyrics

[intro: a.reevez]
yeah, okay
y.t.n
yeah, yeah
so i wrote this hook
and then i wrote the verse and uh
the verse kept going n-gga
it k!lled the hook n-gga i said yo…

[verse 1: a.reevez]
holding the tone in the glove compartment
only bring it out when a n-gga wanna start sh-t
or i’m getting weed from a n-gga i ain’t never copped with
fresher than you n-ggas all are
check myself out n-gga, wal-mart
s-x on the couch with your ex and your spouse
these hoes cheating n-gga, false start
f-ck the cops and the government tryna take my prints, no cyhi
hollywood made up events, i swear this sh-t so sci-fi
paper trails, you can trace this d-ck, what you n-ggas want me or something?
better make it quick ‘fore i get a hundred bil and buy small country or something
getting rich on my franklin sh-t, riding round with my asian chick
southside but yo side of town is my favorite place to get paper b-tch
n-gga run that stack then run that pack
f-ck is this lo?
nah n-gga 4/20 just p-ssed where the motherf-cking good weed at?
pick up where i left off, letting n-ggas know i’m the best out
gone stick ya chest out if you wanna test me
let me know n-gga i’ll gone head text cross
dropping bombs in the yo every time i decide to reload
i be telling motherf-ckers take cover cuz i’m bout to explode
better cover yo grill like i mouth full of golds
i’ma ignorant n-gga
when it come to getting scrilla sh-t i’m hunting for a million or better
i will never hesitate if i got money in my face
i will never take a break cuz i ain’t running in yo race
i’m a cleveland n-gga, g’z in the street they will leave you bleeding n-gga
talking bout e.c to the heights, keep that snow like jeezy n-gga
from east 99th to 116th, all i gotta do is tell them n-ggas that i got beef
they won’t get no sleep til they see you n-ggas slippin’ in the street
and they creep n-gga t.l.c
…
they won’t get no sleep til they see you n-ggas slippin’ in the street
and they creep n-gga t.l.c
i’m a beast and my leash done came up missing
plate full of rappers i’ll feast on a rapper
don’t believe me?
put me on a feature bet i make a n-gga sound like chief keef on the record
i guess these n-ggas don’t like to admit you the best til you on
then they all on ya nuts like they always thought your songs was the hardest
yall n-ggas need to go home
getting dome while i’m on the phone talking bout mils
rich n-gga sh-t and yo pockets on chill
dog i’m for real, f-ck with the money, get touched, we ain’t coppin’ no feels
trippy right? young businessman living that hippy life
cigars and weed fill em up, r.i.p i just k!lled my hook

[outro]

- a reevez lyrics

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