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nock $quaad - no hook lyrics

(ang da god)
nock $quaad n-gg- we the new thang
b-tches come in numbers like wu-tang
always come in robins like bruce wayne
think you f-ck with n-gg-s but dudes change
skertin’ off n-gg- in the new lane
all you n-gg-s faker than ya shoe game
steady catch me wit a cup, but you know that sh-t ain’t kool-aid

(guwap)
me n ang da god wit the squad we ain’t fu gang
tryna mack ya thot n she let the whole crew bang
no lie spittin sh-t it’s different like 2 chainz
know i keep that rocket in my pocket like loose change
always on the beat and you know i k!ll dat
used to flip packs n you know i still trap
n’ i always spit facts tryna make them bills stack
till the day i get capped in the back wit a mac

hold up wait a minute yeah i’m back on the track
i’m the cat with the mac n i’ll blast at ya hat
i don’t f-ck wit a rat n don’t f-ck wit no snakes
all this ice on my neck that sh-t look like it ache
n my bag getting full that sh-t look like it ate
banana clips on my hip look like an ape
all this purp in my cup that sh-t look like a grape
they just hate on my tape cuz they know that sh-t great

you know i got the bag like i’m smokin on an 8th
put him in a suit like he going on a date
put him in the booth n you know his sh-t is fake
then i let the bullets fly at his back like a cape
n’ i pull up in the hoodie i ain’t talking bout a bape
roll up on these p-ss-es then i put em in they place
pull up strap out then i put it in they face
n the ops don’t got a clue they couldn’t even get a trace

f-ck a beat ion need dat
they just know we back
f-ck a record deal tell a n-gg- he could keep that
f-ck a lil b-tch then i tell her she could eat that
whippin in the benz p-ss the feds with the seat back
i been in the field runnin sh-t where the cleats at
used to smoke g’s now all i do is breathe packs
heard it once play that sh-t again like a rematch
always spittin heat they gon’ have to bring the beat back

they be rollin up cheap blunts actin’ like its that good
they must got it backwards only smoke backwoods
always spit the truth, no phone i’m in the booth
no joke get a cap to the mouth like a tooth
i just pull up on ya spot then i pull off wit ya thot
n’ you know i spit hot you could get ya sh-t dropped
you know ya b-tch always give the whole clique top
cuz she know we got the bag like a f-ckin ziplock

bag no ziplock, trap no hip-hop
banging heavy metal got the bands no slipknot
80 on my wristw-tch, gucci on my flip flops
chasin on ya ex i’m just flexin while ya b-tch watch
i’m just flexin while ya b-tch watch
rollin on the girl i ain’t talkin bout a pink rock
i’m just rollin wit the big glocks
if i say so my n-gg- let the thing pop

i just get up on the beat and you know i f-ckin body that
ang da god you got em? “yeah, just tell me where the bodies at”
any time n place you wanna front we’ll let the shotty clap
after that i hadda bust a nut up on yo thotty back
bust a nut up on ya b-tch back
i just hit that quick you could have that sh-t back
you can’t even spit that
hatin cuz this rapper got bars like a kit kat

- nock quaad lyrics

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