No Hooks

Lyrics

[Verse] I post on that block, I was just a young bull I was the smallest nigga with the biggest tool I got niggas dry snitching, dropping interviews I'm a street nigga, I don't do subliminals Grew up in the projects, bitch, I hang with criminals They get in yo' grill, like a dentist with a bunch of tools They be big bad wolves, they'll blow ya house down! Little Red Riding Hood, came to rob the whole town! Margielas on my feet, selling white girl, Cinderella! Hit the club, make it rain, don't forget ya umbrella! Cooking in that trap, got the stove on high Niggas sneak dissing me, I expose those guys You'd think I was the bakerman, how I serve those pies That's yo ass! Boi, ya trash, I dispose those guys Pinocchio, ya nose get broke if you believe those lies He don't want his bitch back, my whole gang done smashed We just fuck hoes and dump 'em like a cigar ash I'm selling Mary Jane, got a bus load of that gas You mug in the club, stomp a mudhole in yo' ass! I'm a shooting star, fuck a pornstar, still drive a foreign car Told the dealer lose the roof, so my bitch can see the stars I get these hoes wet! Call me wishin' well Wish ya well! Niggas dissing on me, telling fairytales Glowing like a Christmas tree, hoes singing Jingle Bells I knock the meat out yo' taco, bitch, I got plenty shells I went to jail, I made bail, then back home to that scale! You dissing for some fame, you get hog-tied up! Since we Young Street Niggas, they gon' criticize us! Posted on that block! I was selling crack rocks! Glock cocked, leave him in the desert by the pit stop Gold Rollie on my wrist, it's a foreign watch Take a nigga bitch, even if he was a cockblock Trapping out the bando, why? 'Cause the block hot Pull up in that European, yeah, it cost a whole lot My new bitch European, teach her how to work a pot Work up straight drop, Flintstone, make a bed rock Rap game ain't shit to me, I got it in a head lock These fucks niggas envy 'cause I made to the damn top I'm on my Eazy-E shit, '64, drop top I'm on some Mr. T shit, Cuban links, tank top I'm not the one to beef with, we pulling up, sending shots Built with that street shit, I fell in love with toting chops With the extended clip, 30 shots, yup, we call em' mops Slidin' on the opps, we do high speeds on the cops, BITCH!