No Hook

Back when my bro had his ped

He was flipping them Zs

Flipping them packs on the back roads

Flipping them packs on the mains

These niggas wanna stunt and floss now

Cuh they got Rollies and chains

Nigga wan' look good for the hood

Nigga get back in your lane

Nigga get back in your lane

Nigga get back in your lane

My niggas get Ps in the light or the rain

We don't do it for the fame

We don't do it for the chains

I just do it for my mains

We do it for the papes

I just do it for the cake

I just do it for my mates

Ain't tryna be bait

Ain't tryna be bait

Ain't tryna be bait

None of you niggas can chat

And none of you niggas got racks

None of these niggas got packs

And none of these niggas got cats

None of these niggas got MACs

So none of you scream don't lack

None of you scream don't lack

And you ain't got this and you ain't got that

More time talk facts

You said you got a MAC but no one got whacked

More time you're a rat

Yeah the flow's bait but I don't even rap

So man tek time I don't wanna hear that

I don't wanna hear that

Why you gotta lie in your raps?

Just make a little hook about facts

Don't talk about gats

Just talk about playing Xbox in your flat

When you're gripping that pad

Holding down RT, dropping bodies on the map

All these niggas just chat

All these niggas just chat

These niggas still trapping off pews

Trap star now cuh they got a gold tooth

Re-upping off snacks, go re-up on food

You're just a good yout

Aye grizzy but niggas gotta move

Go back to your bed, bring a bitch to your room

But more time your bitch wants Spooks

So go back to your bed and bill a fat zoot

Reminisce on your tune

Then holla at me when you're speaking the truth

Ain't got time for these goons

Me and my team, we're tryna make moves

But your bitch moving loose

Ucking on you or ucking on me

She's ucking on Spooks

She's ucking on Spooks

She's ucking on Spooks

And if you're ucking with Spooks

Tell them man man I'll send out the troops

I said none of these breddas ain't hard

And none of these breddas ain't real

None of them breddas got straps

And none of their straps ain't steel

I was checking out their stats

And none of them breddas ain't killed

They're talking like they're a chef

And none of them breddas made meals

None of these breddas are road

None of these breddas are bad

Right now I'm in a mad home

And donny I ain't even mad

What d'ya mean you're in a mad home?

I mean that price of the yard, not a flat

I'm talking mortgage fam

Hundreds and hundreds of racks

Your clique's sad

The flow's diarrhea blood, my shit's mad

Cool with the barber, the trim's on point

But when I spray man I'm pulling my shit back

Draw me in the field, that's penalties fam

Up front, Aguero, Man City bang

Black whip, click click bang chitty bang

Bare smartphones and bare silly man

Get cash, parties, gripping that MAC

Might phone Des but I might phone Ags

Might hit an uncle, might hit a dad

Might hit chest, might hit abs

Tryna make a drink off me, are you mad?

I ain't having a bar cuh there ain't no tab

Bro I don't wanna hear that

I don't wanna hear that

I don't wanna hear that

I've got bad B's and I'm strapped so stay in your lane

I have man jump out the whip like they're mad

Man you owe me money, gonna feel my pain

You see, none of these niggas ain't on shit

None of these niggas ain't game

Blacked out plane, shut shit down on the main

Shut shit down, start raining

I stay on the grind, fuck gazing

I stay on the grind while you're raving

I'm fucking up the pavement

My name rings, I run out the paigons

It's one of them things

You got a bag of cats and none of them rings

3.5, That's the litre

It's my class, I'm the teacher

I left with blood on my sneaker

And in my pocket the beater

Shit can get deeper, shit can get grotesque

I leave man wasted with no chest

Hope that you know best

All of my goons got racks

All of my goons got stacks

Keep effing up tracks

Gone are the days we pebbling raps

I'm deffo not chilling in flats

Stop talking your mouth like you're on stuff

I'm feeding you to the wolves

My name ring bells, got up from scales

I don't conversate with fools

I come to the war prepared

That's why I come with tools

When we come it's certi Gs and we don't follow no rules