cgb tre – no hope lyrics
[intro]
(ya ya) lemme pop my sh-t!
[chorus][2x]
ya i ain’t have no hope (no hope)
i’m just a young n-gg- straight from the trenches
i pull up and let the sh-t blow (blow)
and if you ain’t bout it you better get with it
i’m going up fasho (up), i got the drip and these b-tches gon’ dig it
the money was coming in slow (slow)
started making them plays, told my dawg “let’s get it”
[verse 1]
ya i ain’t have no hope(no hope), but f-ck all that sh-t i’m just tryna go global
f-ck on a b-tch i don’t love her she local
i was moving them packages just like the postal
7th grade i was selling before i was mobile
started rapping these n-gg-s was shrugging they shoulders
making hits on the road, ya i’m bout to show ’em
i’m coming back to back, ya i’m way colder
(lemme pop my sh-t!)
n-gg-s riding the wave, ya they surf like lil got-t (lil got-t)
got n-gg-s made ‘cuhh they know they can’t stop it
started rapping now they see a young n-gg- popping
these n-gg-s be scared, do all that talking
but get up with a n-gg-, come see about me (fahh, fahh)
ya i got the drip coming out the faucet
ya i used to be broke, get a lot of profit
(lemme pop my sh-t!)
[chorus][2x]
ya i ain’t have no hope (no hope)
i’m just a young n-gg- straight from the trenches
i pull up and let the sh-t blow (blow)
and if you ain’t bout it you better get with it
i’m going up fasho (up), i got the drip and these b-tches gon’ dig it
the money was coming in slow (slow)
started making them plays, told my dawg “let’s get it”
[verse 2]
ya ya, i came out the south, ya i’m straight out atlanta
i’m pouring up act (act act), ya it’s right in my fanta
i keep me some hoes, i ain’t talking ’bout santa
she throw that bihh’ at me, it’s just like a dancer
ya who want the smoke? i’m giving out cancer
i ain’t have no money so i started scamming
used to be broke couldn’t even manage, all the sh-t i got i swear it wasn’t handed
ya i just want me some blue strips, come around and i make yo’ b-tch mood switch (drip)
go to lenux i go cop some new drip
beat her back in, she gon’ need a new hip
spent some racks on a bag for my new b-tch
got the d-ck on the glock like a pool stick
make a song they gon’ ask for my new sh-t
in the party i got this bihh’ too lit (lemme pop my sh-t!)
i’m going so dumb, ya i’m going so stupid
i came from the guttas, my life like a movie
i ran up a check, ya i’m thumbin’ right through it
he said he want smoke, i told ’em “let’s do it”
ya just like a basket i shoot like a movie
i hopped in a coupe, all black and it’s roofless
ain’t stuntin’ that hoe ‘cuhh she act like a groupie
i hop out the booth and i’m rockin’ my gucci
(lemme pop my sh-t!)
[chorus]
ya i ain’t have no hope (no hope)
i’m just a young n-gg- straight from the trenches
i pull up and let the sh-t blow (blow)
and if you ain’t bout it you better get with it
i’m going up fasho (up), i got the drip and these b-tches gon’ dig it
the money was coming in slow (slow)
started making them plays, told my dawg “let’s get it”
[outro]
(told my dawg let’s get it)
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