bigq$ – no hook lyrics
no hook lyrics
(intro)
i walk wit drums on the mac (i like this beat mikey)
im gon pullup in all black
sippin on wock relax
these n+ggas b+tches dey cap
these n+ggas really can’t trap
i put the gang on the map
my n+ggas no fans but they clap
[verse 1]
my n+ggas clappin they clappin like fans
he tried to run up shot him and his mans
my b+tch she bad and she twerk with no hands
and she bet excited when i throw her bands
my n+ggas drill in the field and they feenin
ebk stay on the chain and it gleamin
don’t f+ck with angel dust cause we the demons
we ride in the night and we robbin and schеmin
[verse 2]
n+gga no actor but i keep a prop
think i’m just talking run up and get popped
gang get into thеy pullout them mops
won’t ain at ya body we aim at ya top
know i’m on yo whenever it’s smoke
up in the air and it’s making you choke
shootin dat drake and i ain at ya throat
and ian no clown but you n+ggas gon float
n+ggas some wallet they always gon fold
you n+ggas is lame and can’t stick to the code
just like i’m blind you know i keep a pole
and my shooter be spazzin he knock off ya toe
n+ggas is goofy and n+ggas is hoes
don’t give me no dap and don’t call me ya bro
doing the drill and i’m gettin the gold
but i needed help so i’m callin up woe
[verse 3]
i gotta choppa and he keep a drake and these jus ain’t no lyrics boy this be real life
diamonds they drippin the came with some fiji no water be shinin i don’t need a light
i call up k!llas to creep on ya maf+ckin block and they shoot with a maf+ckin pipe
n+ggas ain’t thinking we wit it but we suited up in all black hitin l!cks in the night
(yuh, yuh)
[verse 4]
take me a beat and i eat the beat up
chasin the bag ian got my feet up
n+ggas want smoke and they never meet up
i got me a fetish the smoke i t up
smokin on blizzy pack always be blazin
got me a foreign b+tch she speaking asian
that ain’t no k!ll or no score you jus grazed him
the doctor ain’t help ya that’s god that jus saved ya
[verse 5]
second time spin again no i ain’t missin
hollow tip,fmj know that it hittin
need me a deal cuz i’m off the dome spittin
got 33 birds in my clip ain’t no pippen
off the dome writing just me and my mic
she ride the d+ck back and forth like a back
n+ggas be grimey they cap for the likes
i’m jus doing me with my glock on my side
[outro]
know what the f+ck going on man
we ain’t playin no games out here but you already know
mmm mm mm mmm
mmm mm mm mmm
mmm mm mm mmm
gang (i like this beat mikey)
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