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treez lowkey - no hook lyrics

h#llcat, hop out with the gat, super predator
my pistol black, i got magazines like an editor
your body splat, man worry bout your team no competitor
get kidnapped, tranquilizers hit ya feel the sedative
bullets chasin’ you can’t even run home to your relatives
close range, hit ya two feet, like a pedicure
b#tch petty, told her y’ain’t need to block my cellular
i tell ya what, ain’t not drama b#tch you know we blow ya up
i’m in the cut, shoutout to my mother, raised a f#ckin’ mutt
b#tch i’m a dog, told ya i’m a f#ckin’ mutt, don’t give no f#ck
i spend it all, like what’s that? benji? alexander?
that’s my new coat, like a panther, got the patches. with the leather
got the black tint like a camper, and my cup dirty, like a hamper
my b#tch foreign i don’t understand it, she was slangin’ like a salamander
and a lot of n#ggas love to slander, so i always gotta keep my hammer
and your main b#tch on my planters, like where the f#ck is your manners?
ask on my regular, don’t hit the cellular, just hit the messenger, i got the addicts
i’m countin’ the money, i’m thumbing a fetty, i hop out the telsa with girls like i’m teddy
money it come and it go, went to the strip n’ my pockets start bustin’ confetti
this money it come and it go, i want the ice on my til’ it feel like a yeti
p90 bullets gon’ hit you, spaghetti, my shooters they bout it, they pull up, they ready
i upgrade your b#tch to what’s patek? from chevy, i think that b#tch want me, she calling me daddy
pull up and n#ggas start feelin’ the pressure, their heart rate increasin’ they palms gettin’ sweaty
bullets a bullet yeah it’ll give you a wedgie, my b#tch diamonds wet that’s a tiffany swirley
hey, up in this b#tch goin’ turbo, remix the walk with the k#rolls
i got your main on my payroll, i f#cked that b#tch like yesterday, what you just seen was a day old
n#ggas really get they wig snapped, big glock with the kickback
leave your body at the playground, where my little n#ggas slid at
pull off in a big cat, pull up count a big rack
ride down the street with a choppa, call that sh#t p90#x
pistol with a diamond grip, i add a d#mn extended clip
i’m really bout’ the friendly fire, n#gga f#ck that friend#ship
i’m really bout’ my f#ckin’ lyrics, you can check my penmanship
and if you come ’round startin’ drama, n#gga i’m gon’ end ya sh#t
end ya sh#t, really end ya sh#t, get all in ya sh#t
we in your crib, and we in ya b#tch, really ain’t sh#t
heard i was a assh0l#, but n#gga y’ain’t seen sh#t
my n#ggas rappers, and they trappers n#gga y’ain’t been sh#t
real n#ggas still alive, risk county goin’ five
you can look me in my eyes, young n#gga but i’m wise
told my little n#gga mask up, cuz he ain’t guaranteed twice
it’s real hot outside, bath towel off white
on the block with my glock, caught these n#ggas actin’ like cops
i’m known to sell some hard sh#t, but ain’t servin’ no rock
got wound up them snitch n#ggas always pitchin’ that drop
you f#ck around with young federline, you f#ck around n’ get popped

- treez lowkey lyrics

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