"No Hook" lyrics
(feat. Young Slo-Be)
[EBK Jaaybo:]
Nigga, hit his cranium, that's a thought stopper
That shit slap (SparkyMadeItSlap)
Fuck it up, sis, what you scared of?
Banana clip on the chop, gave him a bear hug (Gave him a bear hug)
We got Glock on Glocks, yeah, y'all tote fair guns
Left cuz traumatized, blood, we scare thugs
Left him on the concrete with his brains splattered
Jolly Rancher in my juice, I love the taste after
Fuck them lil' ass boys, smoke the main factor
Left Drac' for AR 'cause she way badder
Why do niggas, think they can harm me?
Lil' bro in love with the funk, that nigga part beef
Got instruments that'll stop a nigga heartbeat
Boys tryna run us off the Seven but this our street
Pardon me, what the fuck did you say to me?
Code red Corona Glock, .40 spray disease
I want his soul in our possession, niggas play for keeps
Injury ain't life-threatenin' if you ain't make them scream
Hit his cranium, that's a thought stopper
Caught him tryna fuck the bitch, I'm a cockblocker
Hopscotcher, sit and wait, I'm a block watcher
SuckaK, we gon' slide 'til all the opps slaughtered
Headshot, huh, them dead opps, look
Last nigga tried to throw the Gales down cooked
He wanna parlay, his slam got took
Another man down, blood family shook
Hah, hahh, Jaaybo a don dada
Niggas ain't NightingaleK, y'all ain't smoke nada
Free Hunnid, free Rich Boy and Osama
Free Whoadie, free Sleaze, free Mo Problems
Choppa jumpin' like a kangaroo, it might bite you
.40 catchin' fades for me, I don't like fightin'
Your gun still ain't been used, he don't like slidin'
(He must not mind dyin')
[Young Slo-Be:]
Ayy (That's the gang)
I can't vouch for one skit, he don't like slidin'
His clip full, it's a lil' strange
Ayy, ayy, free lil Whoa because he'll bust a brain
Heard you got the bricks, you got the white, he'll leave it stained
Oowee, nigga, Slo-Be keep a thing
And I'm really a fool with it, watch me do my thing
Ayy, I ain't worried 'bout no nigga lyin' on my name
Bitch, I had cuffs on my wrist before I bought a chain
Ayy, niggas can't wait to say, "Nigga, knuckle up"
Fight who? Nigga, in the pen I'll still poke you up
Cuddy on the block with two straps, nigga, pitch me one
But he told me no so after that I had to get me one
Ayy, have my young nigga walk you down and try to get him one
Nigga, I got the drop from your partner, you don't keep a gun
Ayy, beam on the 23, don't even try to run
Ayy, ayy, you can't run when we shoot
Ayy, fuck it up, bitch, the Drac' so amazing
Last drill we had a sucker squirming, bet he couldn't take it
Faceshot, nigga, body shot, we cannot waste it
You get it? A leg shot? Get your aim up
Niggas know we boys in the bity, they just play tough
Say what? Check twenty bands out that white butt
Ayy, ayy, nigga, I don't say much
On 2-1, free the thugs, nigga (Gang, nigga)
Beat your body up with slugs, nigga
(SparkyMadeItSlap)
You a sucker then you shit out of luck, nigga
Nigga, hit his cranium, that's a thought stopper
That shit slap (SparkyMadeItSlap)
Fuck it up, sis, what you scared of?
Banana clip on the chop, gave him a bear hug (Gave him a bear hug)
We got Glock on Glocks, yeah, y'all tote fair guns
Left cuz traumatized, blood, we scare thugs
Left him on the concrete with his brains splattered
Jolly Rancher in my juice, I love the taste after
Fuck them lil' ass boys, smoke the main factor
Left Drac' for AR 'cause she way badder
Why do niggas, think they can harm me?
Lil' bro in love with the funk, that nigga part beef
Got instruments that'll stop a nigga heartbeat
Boys tryna run us off the Seven but this our street
Pardon me, what the fuck did you say to me?
Code red Corona Glock, .40 spray disease
I want his soul in our possession, niggas play for keeps
Injury ain't life-threatenin' if you ain't make them scream
Hit his cranium, that's a thought stopper
Caught him tryna fuck the bitch, I'm a cockblocker
Hopscotcher, sit and wait, I'm a block watcher
SuckaK, we gon' slide 'til all the opps slaughtered
Headshot, huh, them dead opps, look
Last nigga tried to throw the Gales down cooked
He wanna parlay, his slam got took
Another man down, blood family shook
Hah, hahh, Jaaybo a don dada
Niggas ain't NightingaleK, y'all ain't smoke nada
Free Hunnid, free Rich Boy and Osama
Free Whoadie, free Sleaze, free Mo Problems
Choppa jumpin' like a kangaroo, it might bite you
.40 catchin' fades for me, I don't like fightin'
Your gun still ain't been used, he don't like slidin'
(He must not mind dyin')
[Young Slo-Be:]
Ayy (That's the gang)
I can't vouch for one skit, he don't like slidin'
His clip full, it's a lil' strange
Ayy, ayy, free lil Whoa because he'll bust a brain
Heard you got the bricks, you got the white, he'll leave it stained
Oowee, nigga, Slo-Be keep a thing
And I'm really a fool with it, watch me do my thing
Ayy, I ain't worried 'bout no nigga lyin' on my name
Bitch, I had cuffs on my wrist before I bought a chain
Ayy, niggas can't wait to say, "Nigga, knuckle up"
Fight who? Nigga, in the pen I'll still poke you up
Cuddy on the block with two straps, nigga, pitch me one
But he told me no so after that I had to get me one
Ayy, have my young nigga walk you down and try to get him one
Nigga, I got the drop from your partner, you don't keep a gun
Ayy, beam on the 23, don't even try to run
Ayy, ayy, you can't run when we shoot
Ayy, fuck it up, bitch, the Drac' so amazing
Last drill we had a sucker squirming, bet he couldn't take it
Faceshot, nigga, body shot, we cannot waste it
You get it? A leg shot? Get your aim up
Niggas know we boys in the bity, they just play tough
Say what? Check twenty bands out that white butt
Ayy, ayy, nigga, I don't say much
On 2-1, free the thugs, nigga (Gang, nigga)
Beat your body up with slugs, nigga
(SparkyMadeItSlap)
You a sucker then you shit out of luck, nigga
