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No Hook Lyrics - Artist : Fat Trel
[Fat Trel:]
(Banger) Yeah, I can't wait (HB) Okay, so I'm one of the realest, I'm one of the illest Just got a new check, and I fucked up the dealer Got a new bitch, and I bought her chinchilla Kissin' my neck, and her pussy vanilla Cony these beats, and I'm probably a killer Just copped a new house, and I'm ridin' with pillars Gettin' money, then I'm probably with her She bring a friend, and I probably hit her In the back of the Bach, with a strap on my lap Double cup, full of Act, I might have an attack Fuck up my face, or get beat with the strap Play with my pay, I pull up with a MAC Its me and lil Tate, with a Drac', on the map Your sisters are mice, and your daddy a rat You writin' a statement, no takin' it back Maybe you should've just stayed where you at [Tate Kobang:] Northside shit, you don't know what the fuck goin' on Twenty-eight, twenty-eight, SB shit, nigga Brrt, hello? Ayy When you walk in my trap, come straight to the back Put it straight on her plat' Ronald McDonald, I'm straight with the MAC Tryna make mama proud, put my face on the plaque She sellin' pussy, its straight on the at Still hittin' licks, I got plays on the at I'm the one who put the city on the map Dripin' designer, look good in the trap Go home, niggas know what' s up, trap phone Steady blowin' up, bad bitch, got her glowin' up Lean in me, got me slowin' up When you see me, I be flaggin', my nigga Make a threat, we toe tag 'em, my nigga Kill more, I be draggin', my nigga Twitter talk, we body bag 'em, my nigga, yeah [Fat Trel:] Yeah, I heard them niggas don't like us, huh I wear the rep with the lipes, huh I got some killers in Rikes, huh I like to whip with no license, huh Beat up the pot, like I'm Tyson, huh I just went shoppin' at Tysons, huh Trap out the trap 'cause I'm righteous, huh I put my bitch on the bikes, huh Role play, I put my dick on her Colgate Bought her this ice, its stone-age No win, indictment, my whole name Told 'em I'm winnin', I'm feelin' it And my lil new bitch an immigrant Foot in that pussy, I'm killin' it All of my young niggas militant [Tate Kobang:] Huh, brrt, hello? If I'm tryna collect, then, bitch, what you expect? Ain't got my money, we straight at your neck Know what I've been, like respect with the Tec Fuck how you feel, I just keep shit in step Be or be trippin', she just want a check Bitch, keep the pussy, I just want the neck Choppers on deck, so we don't wanna reck Still in the trenches, don't ask where I'm at I love them strippers, and I'm eatin' ass We hittin' licks, and I'm keeping the gats We slingin' stones in the house made of glass Don't do no Gucci, no snakes in the grass I love my city, I'm all that they have Key swept the brick, 'cause we makin' it last Don't bump your music, 'cause you niggas trash Here for the moment and gone in a flash I love my niggas, I give 'em my last I dumped your wife, left that bitch in the past Fuck with the baby, its still in the trash Lovin' this muddy, she just do not clash She put that wet pussy all on my 'stash You fuck that bitch, she gon' give you a rash I talked to my cousin straight through the glass I'm here to kill you, I ain't wear no mask See I don't think you niggas understand, right? Haha, when I talk my shit, I talk my shit because I can talk my shit You niggas can't 'cause you can't, you feel me? I do 'cause I can Who gon' test me, huh? I say SB shit, ay, 20 gauge, shit, ay Got a nigga bitch, and she suckin' on my dick, ay Pass her through the clique, ay, hurricane wrist, ay Ay, birck, ay, baby, call me "Hurricane Chris" Brrt, hello? Haha, that way |
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