chris sails – no hook lyrics
[verse]
i know parker real bad, you would think she a minor
i know keke love me i’m dripping designer
ex think i’m mad cause, my new b+tch is finer
i’m smoking on a gas just to get a lil higher
they know i drip and i clean up real nice
i might f+ck yo b+tch in a pair of off whites
get here on your own, cause i don’t pay for flights
i’m lying i admit, if you bad i just might
copy my style, man you n+ggas my clones
can;t say i’m selfish, i put my bros on
you know that we f+cking, so why your clothes on
p+ssy so good but, still had to go home
she gone catch d+ck like, her name randy moss
you can’t shop here so, don’t ask me the cost
ex done moved and they think that i lost
when really, the sh+t there just made me a boss
been through some sh+t, now my heart real cold
everything glitter don’t gotta be gold
want me to fall, but i’m still on my toes
stoning yo b+tch, now i’m in the end zone
all of this hate i done turned to a savage
drugs in my body, i feel like an addict
how you gone ball, if you don;t wanna practice
davinci on me, man i’m all about fashion
tired of designer, i throw on adidas
don’t trust a soul cause, these n+ggas be leeching
cut n+ggas off cause they change like the seasons
hate all you hoes cause, you n+ggas be reaching
new b+tches bam, and i feel like the greatest
i done got rich off of these n+ggas hating
dropped out of college, they said i wouldn’t make it
but now i switch whips for different occasions
dodging these hoes, man i feel like the matrix
standards real high, i won’t f+ck if she basic
i told her i’m good, she thought i was playing
i’m smoking on gas now, i look like an asian
circle real tight man, i don’t want no friends
they judging me like they don’t commit sins
i gotta son, so you know imma win
i do not know you, so don’t shake my hand
try not to be c+cky, this sh+t is real hard
windows stay tinted, i’m dodging the laws
imma help bro up, if my n+gga fall
shopping so much man, my new house on mars
see, why you n+ggas be hating and all
you on the sidelines, just watching me ball
i really feel sorry for you b+tches too
just stay on the gram, ain’t got nothing to do
b+tches mad that i cheated, like i was they boo
hate me online, but her f+ck tell the truth
i’m in the h with my bro trey the truth
i told dre my pain he said “hop in the booth”
recorded some hits imma blow like a flute
imma keep grinding till stars in my coop
this a freestyle cause i don’t want no hook
all of this drip, make a n+gga b+tch look
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