"No Hooks II" lyrics
(David Wesson)
No Hooks 2, nigga
Back for revenge, pussy
Yeah
Ayy
I'm back for revenge
I'ma make them niggas pay for all the shit they did
I'ma make them bitches pay if they ain't let me hit
She on my dick 'cause I'm lit, but I'm straight, though
Couple niggas had a run, but it came and went
You talk a lot of shit, but you ain't got no cake, though
How the fuck you wanna ball and you ain't takin' risks?
You out here savin' bitches like you got a cape on, dummy
Gucci head to toe, got on the latest season
Fresh as hell like I'm swiping, I don't play with pieces
Stay your distance, I don't like you, nigga, take it easy
Niggas hunt you down with rifles if you play with Peezy
Neck chilly, wrist chilly, it's a cold summer
Too much ice at one time got my nose running
Sunday night at rooftop and we got poles on us
Nike jogger, Air Maxs, I'm a dope runner
Ain't been on the road in years, I ain't seen a blue
Still bustin' Rollies down, still buying coupes
Still payin' hoes' tuition when I go in Truth
Still buyin' bitches bags with the matchin' shoes
I'm the truth, nigga, you already know
Brodie, leave them boys alone, they already hoes
Bag dropped a day ago and it's already gone
Thirty racks in all blues, look like I'm selling phones
My nigga Snoop died, it fucked the camp up
You can't be iced out without no strap tucked
I can't even trust my homies, nigga, back up
Fightin' racketeering charges, still'll tear your ass up
Baby, hustlers don't stop, we gotta keep going
We don't look up at the board, we just keep scoring
A nigga said I was telling and got beat for it
Matter fact, bring me his head, I got cheese for it
Nah, I'm bullshitting, that nigga straight for now
He can go back to the club, that nigga safe for now
But let me hear you mouth again, bitch, we staking out
You ain't even worth it, let me get back on this paper route
Bitch, I had a bag when y'all was stealing clothes
Tellin' bitches send they address so I can send 'em home
Pullin' up to LIV with the ceiling gone
Both pockets full, got me walking like I'm pigeon-toed
Rest in piece Soda, long live Rock
It's time to come together, all the bullshit gotta stop
Let's run them millions up and get our peoples out the swamp
Time to go buy up the block, no more sittin' in dope spots
All my niggas got a bag, ho, it's hard to choose
David Wesson on the beat, it make it hard to loose
What's poppin' in Kentucky? I want all the blues
Feds lockin' everybody up, I know you saw the news
Haha, ayy
Let the beat ride out, Dave
Yeah
Rest in peace Soda
Uh
No Hooks 2, nigga
Back for revenge, pussy
Yeah
Ayy
I'm back for revenge
I'ma make them niggas pay for all the shit they did
I'ma make them bitches pay if they ain't let me hit
She on my dick 'cause I'm lit, but I'm straight, though
Couple niggas had a run, but it came and went
You talk a lot of shit, but you ain't got no cake, though
How the fuck you wanna ball and you ain't takin' risks?
You out here savin' bitches like you got a cape on, dummy
Gucci head to toe, got on the latest season
Fresh as hell like I'm swiping, I don't play with pieces
Stay your distance, I don't like you, nigga, take it easy
Niggas hunt you down with rifles if you play with Peezy
Neck chilly, wrist chilly, it's a cold summer
Too much ice at one time got my nose running
Sunday night at rooftop and we got poles on us
Nike jogger, Air Maxs, I'm a dope runner
Ain't been on the road in years, I ain't seen a blue
Still bustin' Rollies down, still buying coupes
Still payin' hoes' tuition when I go in Truth
Still buyin' bitches bags with the matchin' shoes
I'm the truth, nigga, you already know
Brodie, leave them boys alone, they already hoes
Bag dropped a day ago and it's already gone
Thirty racks in all blues, look like I'm selling phones
My nigga Snoop died, it fucked the camp up
You can't be iced out without no strap tucked
I can't even trust my homies, nigga, back up
Fightin' racketeering charges, still'll tear your ass up
Baby, hustlers don't stop, we gotta keep going
We don't look up at the board, we just keep scoring
A nigga said I was telling and got beat for it
Matter fact, bring me his head, I got cheese for it
Nah, I'm bullshitting, that nigga straight for now
He can go back to the club, that nigga safe for now
But let me hear you mouth again, bitch, we staking out
You ain't even worth it, let me get back on this paper route
Bitch, I had a bag when y'all was stealing clothes
Tellin' bitches send they address so I can send 'em home
Pullin' up to LIV with the ceiling gone
Both pockets full, got me walking like I'm pigeon-toed
Rest in piece Soda, long live Rock
It's time to come together, all the bullshit gotta stop
Let's run them millions up and get our peoples out the swamp
Time to go buy up the block, no more sittin' in dope spots
All my niggas got a bag, ho, it's hard to choose
David Wesson on the beat, it make it hard to loose
What's poppin' in Kentucky? I want all the blues
Feds lockin' everybody up, I know you saw the news
Haha, ayy
Let the beat ride out, Dave
Yeah
Rest in peace Soda
Uh
