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smokecamp chino - no hook lyrics

[introduction]

(gang gang gang gang)
what up meech
good looking out my n+gga
no hook on this b+tch, i’m finna show these n+ggas, dawg

[verse]

why you keep beatin’ on yo b+tch, she keep on sucking bro d+ck
my rocks so white, them b+tches hit
look like they bust out a brick
take n+ggas back to 06, clutching on kuttas with fists
n+gga go ask yo lil’ b+tch, she was loving the clique
fast forward down the road, had that beam on the semi
seven bands, drinking rémy, d.u.bs on the henny
[?] spinnin’ hard [?]
we had shootouts on the set, i ain’t new to this, n+gga
i’m the king of the mob on this hitta sh+t, n+gga
shoot a whole dub in yo head, you are illiterate, n+gga
don’t want no features with you actors
i don’t f+ck with you rappers
wasn’t for jazz, i woulda been hit you n+ggas with clappers
y’all ain’t no k!llers, y’all some rappers, why you flexin’, n+gga
hit you with fifty, catch you slippin’ at the weston, n+gga
[?]
wе the 1030 gang, come get yo chickеn ate, n+gga
gcg b+tch n+gga, we the skerpiest clique
can’t wait to bump into these n+ggas and 1030 they sh+t
they only talkin’ tough sh+t when they deep as h+ll, n+gga
till i pull them kuttas out and make them eat some sh+lls, n+gga
i been peep these rap n+ggas, they all play+play, n+gga
shoot the f+cking club up, like i’m yae yae, n+gga
five rounds revolver bustin’ motha f+ckin’ chunks off n+ggas
knock yo face and yo motha f+ckin’ b+tts off n+gga
put us up against some hittas we gon’ truss up n+ggas
unless they talkin’ like they cut [?] n+gga
we the 1030 gang, prolly robbed yo man
the mac 90 make a n+gga do the pablo dance
call me chino if you ain’t know me, i’m the f+cking gang lord
you had that iron on you b+tch and you ain’t even slang yours
i got n+ggas doing life, p+ssy, free jay, n+gga
caught that n+gga slippin’ [?] the g way, n+gga
your fans see you in real life and they run up quick
our fans see us in real life and then they shook as a b+tch
we in the kitchen on the stove, we ain’t cookin’ no fish
but bro left her on the east, n+gga look for yo b+tch
stomp a n+gga ass out till he can’t see sh+t, n+gga
better not be throwin’ no+no signs unless its hb, n+gga
[?]
hbsc, we the gobrazy gang
ain’t no clones in the house n+gga just p’s and b’s
what’s in my pants? h+lla bands n+gga e’s and c’s
you hoe f+ck ass n+gga, we know you ratted on some n+gga
you ain’t really in the gang unless its tatted on you, n+gga
know the gang so sleezy, we had yo b+tch on e
wait till we see some real cheese, the whole clique goin’ free
my n+gga [?] take yo sh+t and he don’t even wear chains
got that custom five seven boi this b+tch [?]
chino be goin’ d+mn that n+gga got bars for days
come cop some e’s, my n+ggas still got jars for days
i’m 17 on the east, had ars and ks
don’t be comin’ where we at, they know they cars can get blazed
tell em get yo bands, f+ck wrong man?
[?]
glock 4 with my wohan, have em sleep yo ass for these 4 bands
[?]

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