No Hook

Album cover art for "No Hook" by BandGang Masoe

BandGang Masoe - Rap, Posse Cut

No Hook

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[Verse 1: Beno] Hold on, bae, yeah, real quick, I gotta water whip (Southside shit) I got a play around the corner for a half a split My unky called, said "Do your thing," he passed me a brick Still in the hood with my niggas even though I'm rich I'm 'bout to dip off with this bitch, auto-start the whip (It's a Wayne beat) [Verse 2: Drego] Man, these niggas beefin' over hoes, I don't know how they get It's badda-boom, badda-bang, but it ain't 'bout a bitch It's 'bout the bud, 'bout the beans, boy, it's 'bout a brick This bitch got a heat sensor, I ain't 'bout to miss This like a fourteen-piece like a lotto pick I made a quick ten-piece, bitch, Jamaal Tinsley I lay low and blow the pros in the ninth inning I have my niggas paint your brib like a nice tеnant [Verse 3: BandGang Masoe] My name Jordan, I don't know Bennett, I ain't in it Wе get word that's your block, watch how quick we spin it I done got rich twice, but I always spend it You a rookie, you ain't school like your ass suspended We hit the club, don't announce us, we don't want the attention We might have to catch a body and flee out the business I'll hit you, you, and you, we ain't leavin' no witness Put them blues in your head like you Marge Simpson, nigga [Verse 4: BandGang Paid Will] Your trap movin' slow, what's the hold-up? My nigga fresh out and got pole tucked I don't know them niggas, but they know us Real Bronx Baby, name a time I ain't showed up You late on your rent, we just flushed an eight It was plain at first, told 'em bust the face Shootin' four-five-six, nigga, what's the bank? Have brodie hit you up with a rusty K, nigga [Verse 5: BandGang Lonnie Bands] They all gettin' knocked off in the name of Paid You can't come around if you ain't tryna bake the cake A lot of paper on them heads, watch it circulate I told bae to blow his socks down, caught him off the bait Blowfish, a faceshot gon' swole his shit right away Oh shit, y'all know y'all fucked up lettin' us in the bank More bricks, more clips, the work and magazine tape No shit, Sherlock, I like the whole town with crank Paid Will paid still, you rattin' niggas' pappy, huh? No deal, four mil', my baby need a Grammy, huh No chill, go kill— No chill, go kill if he ever got an addy

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Credits

Writers
  • BandGang Masoe
  • Drego
  • Beno
  • BandGang Paid Will
  • BandGang Lonnie Bands