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yhm - no hook lyrics

[intro: yung dutch, chintwo, hamzwhat]
yung dutch: yo what’s wrong with you? turn that sh-t off bro
hamzwhat: aww my bad
chintwo: yo hurry up and get on this track

(chintwo on the beat)

[verse 1: yung dutch]
came through drippin’ when i walk through the door
g fizz is cooking white, i ain’t talking bout the blow
ain’t gonna stop till i get booked for shows
i got these n-ggas askin’ me for motherf-ckin’ features
too hollywood, spent a band on these sneakers
why these other n-ggas getting fly with their feelers
chillin’ with these hoes and they told us they’d eat us
armani these boxers; these gl-sses is prada
do you boys have money?
n-gga nada
down with the db designer boyz
your man talking pieces, i ain’t playing with no toys
came brazy on this rap sh-t, i start making noise
deposit racks to the bank, n-gga like i’m lloyd
undefeated in this game like money man floyd

[ad lib: yung dutch]
yung dutch: yo, didn’t i tell you turn it off?!

[verse 2: chintwo]
pull up with the kamkazi flow
shawty wanna go
shawty tryna feel up on this whoaaaa
high school hotties catching h-lla bodies
throwing all these parties
sipping on that cardi
yeah, pop back smokin’ ganja
baddies been bad so i had to call santa
sipping on that lean mixed with the f-cking fanta
but i’m so clean had to call mr. clean
lil chintwo being called on the scene
yhm we roll up looking mad flee
these other f-gs pulling up but we got the key
who else you know who do it like we

[ad lib: yung dutch, chintwo]
yung dutch: yo! give me the- my verse n-gga yo
chintwo: get the f-ck out
yung dutch: yo yo

[verse 3: yung dutch]
everywhere i go you know i’m rockin’ bust-down
been in the field all day scoring touchdowns
i hit the bottom i can only go up now
do it for the fam’ cause i gotta make em’ proud
i stay smoking all this loud
cause it keeps me zoned out
i could never knock out till i knock out
a project or maybe two
not what this money got me
know this sh-t is my new joint
and you know she flawless
chintwo knew that i was gonna bomb this beat
i only cook up straight heat
yhm, that’s the family

[ad lib: yung dutch, hamzwhat]
yung dutch: oh so now you wanna turn it off?
hamzwhat: bro, i’m sorry d-mn

- yhm lyrics

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