No Hook

Lyrics

No more beef on social media Any more problems? Then I'm seeing ya Plus, we just got that hooptie To make my situation easier No more beefing me on diss tracks Got too many youngers out on dispatch Got too much responsibility Niggas try belittle me? You know that I can't risk that No time for idle chit-chat Disrespect my family And you know we're taking no shit chat And, yeah, you can pay for your shit back But just in case you don't We're taking teeth that we won't give back This summer, I'm shutting down And, yeah, I might slow it down But, no, I won't dumb it down And this winter, I'm fucking it up You thought last year was good? Because that ain't nuttin' to us So, when I catch you stuck in the mud You better not run in the pub You better stand your ground Go and make sure the A-team's blessed Roman Road, this ain't outward-bound They think I ain't about it Because I only move for like a thousand pounds Soon, I'm gonna go town-by-town and clean up You can never doubt my sound I've been up the table, said "fuck the labels" But I need money now And I never call for a meeting on a sweet ting I turn up unannounced I ain't gotta call these guys washed up 'Cause they know that the YGs run 'em out Fuck your name, my name was bigger than yours When I never had nuttin' out So many TECs in the crib You'd think I have corn in the morning CID with the warrant I won't let you perform it You can take that weed, that's boring Officer, I've got mula calling I can't bring that jawn in when I'm performing So I'd rather go touring OT living, get in the car Where we hit and you're just a boss That sneak-dissing got you a scar Let me ching him, I was like "nah" Told bro "you're securing the bag" So now we're back, smoking back at the yard Niggas sneak-dissing, thinking they're hard I bet you ain't got no money on your card I bet you ain't got no respect in the streets I bet you ain't ready to die for your dargs Me and my niggas are playing for keeps You and your niggas are playing charades You cannot go to the shop for these sweets And you cannot go to the jail for these bars Doing the drum, we ain't making a beat We're looking for money and [?] Fucking that pussy, it put me to sleep Felt like a baby, I slept in her arms Put this shit out, I don't want it to leak Show these bitches I'm a nigga with charm Wind the [?] up and spin her a yarn, ayy Bussing a nut, then I'm garn, ayy Told me to stay out the streets I told her I'm calm Look, when the lights are out and nobody is safe I can't see dem man about When I'm riding about, no face, no case I can't see dem man about When I'm bussing a bottle of champs in this rave I can't see dem man about So I don't know why dem man are acting brave I don't see dem man about But when you see man about More time, I laugh and get lemon out If you join the crew, you ain't getting out And you've heard of me because I get about