No Hook

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Skengdo] Let's be honest man can't tell me about road when the guys make sure that your blood is on it The 4s madting say solid (410!) Gang that's way before college (Crash!) You're ting is so it's like porridge stay inside cos the streets are horrid (Baow!) Got-got down his darg no gomit **** **** now we outside just looking for Wallace (Trust!) Niggas love joke and test out gang coz it's corn they dodging (Baow!) Bro done my man right in the shop hella man counter hopping You can't ask me if I'm on it go ask T if I'm rocking If we put this ting to the test we won't crash cars we will crash at them (Baow!) Hella man put on their burners the wap just sneeze on cough out phlegm Di-di bow your dead di-di bow who's next? Vanish can't save his fucking T cos it's ripped and red Slapping them gloves and slide that be the young bros them (My broski) No need for a g check if they think your opp then your a probably them Them-them boy are jokes went on a ride ended up losing a friend can't deal with the new plate yutes chat shit and they end up dead [Verse 2: AM] When the corn get buss I'm over the moon if you ain't got heart don't go to the booth cos you lied to your friend then you lie at your tune you lie to the fans on the net And the dots too long can't fit through the roof with the E class AMG with coup Whip that flip that dash for the spoon when the man's too gassed man pop the balloon Try step to me his lung got punctured Man-to-man I done duck down hundreds Big 45. I lock that function Slapped it out with no instructions (None!) Can't you see your part of the problem if you get the drop then you ain't got an option Man get big for the boots then we crop them Do it like popcorn run up on pop them (Man pop that!) And the bag come way too stinky manna got buds same colour as Binky See the bag get stretched like slinky shotgun with a big back like pinky No way could have trust that linky she was from them sides brudda it's risky Many men wish death upon 50 how you gonna miss point blank and miss me All now I don't know about Covid opp block with a big stick like Moses (Fucking hell!) This corn's gonna get whose closest man spill juice same colour as roses Don't touch that trigger it's loaded first time I grip that hammer and fold it (Get folded!) Come ask me suttin and solve it that's corn got beat and you know I'm a culprit
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Credits
- Writers
- A.M (410)
- Skengdo