No Hook

Lyrics

[Intro: SJ] It's fucking SJ, 'low the tings set, yeah. 67, fuck the opps... free all the fucking niggas. Home and everything, yeah. I'm back on man's same shit. 'Low the tings set already [Verse 1: Dimzy] Man's still sliding Got hammers and dingers galore, gunshot when I find him And that's exciting Money piling Spent so much fares on the cab like why you not driving Took a snap on the mains broad day 'cause of perfect lighting Bro got dark but he run out of light so I brought more light in Survival of the fittest right now so everyone's fighting Everyone raps that they know about drills but is you riding? Kway back on a pushbike ting, we done serious knifings Ching-ching, runoff and bill it We got smoke for the fiends and killings Skeng got eight for a skeng But not guilty for the drilling Trap got more than ten And I ain't seen him since he done that drilling [Verse 2: LD] I can handle the snakes, the rats I can't take Niggas talk to the pigs and the pigs wanna lock my estate They wanna know about the 6 Wanna know how much money we make We lost so much skengs I don't know how much more I could take But I'm still pulling up on smoke I still serve amnesia on boats I just got off the phone to Slowz He done whacked up a opp with "o" Still pull up in the four-door with a .44 tryna smoke in the dome Tryna shutdown the boy then fly OT then shut down the show 67, we're drillers, we drill I put my life on the line for the Hill How much times have I did a nigga dirty? Only God knows how a nigga feels Of course, I'm beefin' the trident Tryna catch me slidin' Still step outside on violence I'ma deal with them in silence [Verse 3: Monkey] 'Nough gyal get whacked 'Nough skengs get whacked too Jump Out Gang on the back road I couldn't give a fuck, man, fuck you Been 'round there in the four-door Been 'round there just to cut through Gave the gyal wood, man, I ain't gotta say I love you Free J, that's bro 67 to the road Anywhere, anywhere, man-a-man fuck up the show Trappin' ain't dead, the nitty still phone for the blow Four-door with the skeng, I see a couple man and they blow Skengs out, ten toes I was out with my bro German four-door, jump out then let it blow Skurr out, bill it up, probably get top from a hoe Skurr out, jump out, probably get top from a hoe In the 6 with my woes [Verse 4: Liquez] Niggas run far when they see me 'Cause them niggas know that their times up Got something off of my hip That big handgun that I rise up So nigga, don't slip or you're gon' get fried up I never have time then you're gon' get knifed up Mad Liquez know that I'm nuts I bun an opp and not give two damn fucks You know I'm out there getting them bands up But the feds tryna slap me in handcuffs If bro pulls up with the Mac, let me show you what that does That's 25 shots in the clip so everything mad up The law I'm above, them opps, they know us In skengs, we trust, crash corn from a stolen truck The law I'm above, them opps, they know us In skengs, we trust, crash corn from a stolen truck