jourdan brothern – no hook lyrics
no hook lyrics
[verse 1: jourdan brothern]
(jourdan on that ho, no cap b+tch)
this off the dome she callin’ my phone
told that lil’ b+tch to leave me alone
spent so much money on some vlone
when you around me better watch that tone
grab on that choppa ain’t breaking his bones
big body built ass shaped like a cone
n+gga i really just stay in my zone
callin’ ya b+tch and you hearin’ this song
call me if you want some bop in it like my name jonathan (again)
call me if you want some bop in it, wait i can’t make no more f+ckin’ friends
n+ggas still hating ’cause i’m driving that big body benz
every single day i wake up, then i count the bands
yeah his money green, my money blue
his money old, my money new
these n+ggas said i won’t get anywhere, but these b+tches on my tool
all my hunnids f+ckin’ blue, b+tch ass n+gga who is you?
i’m stackin’ all my rice i feel like i’m jackie chu
n+gga actin’ hard ima make him see some stars
ima send him up to mars and i’m driving all these cars
these n+ggas sweet like candy bars we send the smoke like a fart
that n+gga sweet like a pop+tart
chopper gonna shoot so far
[verse 2: repk+me]
(yeah) we got aim we ain’t tryna [?]
only the team, but i’m still makin’ bars
put my car in reverse, i’m clapping again
everyone want smoke til’ they really gon’ get it
you start the beef, then i’m gonna finish
they wanna race me, but it’s not discrimmage
they tryna change my image, mind ya game mind ya business
move then clapping again, savin’ the money i’m getting them bands
now when i’m up they say “follow the trends.”
i was in the trenches
i just got out it feel like christmas, even though it’s new years
yeah, play then you gon’ lose it here
it’s [?] in here
[verse 3: young a$tro]
(yeah) we up in a ghost, we doin’ the most
got a whole yatch, now i drive the boat
everyone know the ice on the go
every new week, my money be strong
rockin’ a louis vutton on my waist
b+tch i’ve been making money so fast
they can’t keep up to my pace
sippin’ lean i’ve been pouring up
sipping straight out this double cup
i know these people be hating on me when i don’t really give a f+ck
stacking the money, we stacking again
when we get done, we making more bread
got a bad b+tch, she giving me head
after we done, she won’t pull up again
shoutout my twizzy we up in yo city
you know what we do and you know where we are
i got the bl!cky i threaten to shoot up a b+tch if you come messing me up
brought a new bussdown from my jeweler, it is two+tone
hop up in that lamborghini, drop the roof now we gone
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