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ynw melly - no hook lyrics

[intro: jgreen]
uh, uh, uh, uh
ow, ow, ow
hola, yeah, yeah, yo
f+ck them n+ggas talkin’ bout

[verse 1: jgreen]
3 in the morning, a n+gga layin’ in your bushes
’boutta take your cookies, meant all that flaggin’ and that woofin’
got my gloves on, mask on, my strap tight
been booted up, and i been rolling all night
no try to buck my joint, ’cause sh+t gon’ really light, get crucial
and don’t get stupid, just lay it down, act like you cool
boy i need it all
strip a n+gga to his socks, keep a thirty, i’m only shooting headshots
i swing the glock, i really light a n+gga block
boy you need to stop, we know for real you ain’t hot
i’ma act a donkey, i’ma get ratchet with the banger
n+ggas coolin’ and febreze ’til a n+gga come stank ’em, stank him
i’ll stank a n+gga quick, glizzy got a poolstick
huh, melly say “boy let’s hit”, uh, yeah
be ’boutta take a n+gga sh+t, jump in the bucket
mind made, i’m screaming “f+ck it”
i’ma get to dumpin’, out the window, i got it humpin’
we gon’ keep it coming
hunnid shots, you know they jumping
it ain’t no face, so you know it ain’t no case
lil’ n+gga outta line, we gotta put him in his place
and don’t play, these streets they ain’t no f+cking game
ain’t no lil’ wayne, they know i keep a fire flame
yeah, ay, they know i keep that fire flame
[verse 2: ynw melly]
b+tch you know i keep that fire flame
b+l+double o+d, that’s my gang
a f+ck n+gga could never sn+tch my chain
riding in the [?] with the seven switching lanes, ha
you don’t want no beef n+gga
you on the sidewalk b+tch, i’m a street n+gga
miami, yeah i got that heat n+gga
i’m shooting at your face, not your f+cking beef
they sent me to the gram, i was busting in school
i’m still the same n+gga who made the news
so please do not f+ck with me, if you a fool
boy, you know that i’ma use it too
and i got a new glock, it’s so beautiful
we gon’ up the glock, ooh, wait, no
we do not beef with up computers, dude
we just pull up in all black just like real shooters do

[verse 3: yg cash]
pullin’ up in all black like real shooters do
p+ssy n+ggas talk sh+t, they can’t abuse me dude
got the glizzy on my waist, yeah, keep up my pants
don’t need no gucci on my waist, yeah i’m counting them bands
this money all up in my denims and i’m rollin’
yo baby momma wanna f+ck me ’cause i’m ‘portant
i’m smoking on that gas, opp tain is potent
these n+ggas talking but these n+ggas, they don’t know it
i’m rolling on the f+cking jigga, yeah i’m rolling
the molly got a n+gga eyes wide open
bad b+tch suck d+ck, yeah she throat it
young n+gga get bricks, yeah rolling
money came up from nothing, now a n+gga be stunting
i came from rags to riches, and now i got all these hunnids
i fell in love with this gun, i fell in love with this money
now i’m getting this check
now i’m stacking the money, yeah

- ynw melly lyrics

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