No Hook

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Loose1] Wayback didn't know about smoke Knew about kitchens, knew about flick tings Niggas wan' buy shoes and coats I need more smoke, real talk man's itching All I hear bare lies and fibbings Main road, backroads, bare dippings [?] when I fix up, you're tripping Rambo, cah I don't know about slipping I know about trap I know about glides with my siblings I remember when the line weren't ringing Picked up a Q and I went up pitching You was indoors, salty, bitching Free the guys in the prison Get rich and ghost the mission Stack notes and loads of riches Play by the rules, snitches get stitches [?] In your pics, but bro you're stickless Flexing for the bitches Free up the guys in the cage like Nicholas It's getting ridiculous Talking on tracks, real life you ain't with it On who?, like what are you kidding? Hunt a rude boy and this beef delicious [Verse 2: MashPies] My whole team's on form Tryna score points like the Lakers Fat white rocks in the trap Man have just brucked down, cat's later Man wan' do on the ones But with the shank, man's shaver Do man up one time Dip-di-di-dip a man out of his trainers No face, no case Man bang off a dots then leave no trace Man got on his bro cos he done ten toes and left his mates Them man don't come round here Them man don't come where I stay Feds tryna lock down the team So I gotta do the dash like a race On the glide with the mop Spend 8 on a rusty old dots Man putting work on the strip Man put the corn on the cob Get round there like a handyman and I'll do my job Ain't gotta ask about me, no [?] or draws I'll shot you a box Get round there like a postman Get round there like we own man Walk around town with the stick My opps them think I'm an old man I roll deep with my squad Got opps them thinking I'm Wiley or [?] My G's in the can, so I still scream "free them up" Until all my bros land