No Hook Lyrics – NoCap
Damn Dior, this *** crazy
I’m the type gon’ shine without the sun on me
I know niggas died with they *** on ’em
Trying to escape my past and get away from it
Still having dreams about the hood, I’m way in California
Know you wonder how life is, I wanted you right here, I figured I was wasting time
I got cubans on my neck and pointers in my ear, I thought that it would make you mine
But I been ballin’ without you, I stayed true
Ain’t speakin’ to no opps, even if my name was Jesus
In jail ain’t smoke, no paper poute, I hop out with this K too
In Atlanta with them shooters, thought I told you I was brave too
Coupe ain’t got no ceilings but my *** shot like Babe Ruth
Ain’t gon’ lie I mis you but I know that I can’t save you
I can’t even count on both my hands for how many times I forgave you, love
You see the pain all through my bracelet, lot, yeah
Do two-hundred in that Lamb, put that *** on Broadway
Go to court and they deny it, that *** come with heartache
A *** real, they can’t deny it, I care nothin’ what the blogs say
Them youngins quick to take your route, they care nothin’ ’bout no car bait
These niggas standin’ on they lies, how *** they sleepin’?
Youngin got bodies on that blick but he still keep it
Came out that dirt, came out that mud, I’m shinin’ for a reason
I was blind, they never tried it, come up from the cement
Know they thought I’d be a bum, them foreign cars beepin’
If we was in a race to hatin’, them niggas would’ve beat me
Industry know my flow is sick but they can’t find a treatment
Industry full of haters, would’ve told the doctors keep me
I feel like Kay Flock, it’s designer *** when you see me
I sling that chopper in a outfit that I brought from Lenox
I came from nothin’, I spend four-hundred on Versace beanies
I keep that nine all in the club, a Gilbert Arenas
Get low and laugh to the bank, I run with hyenas
Michelle Obama at a two but got ass like she Trina
My niggas hustlers, you wonderin’ why is my team up?
Ain’t have to give ’em ***, they find ’em a plug and they re-up
[?] on my ass, I had to start swipin’ this Visa
Lil Shank keep slangin’ iron, I’m thinkin’ he thinkin’ it’s legal
E-V-I-L, turned it backwards and I told my niggas to live
Dodge the case, dodgin’ a cell
Know if we go back they gon’ try keepin’ us in there
Promethazine, it ain’t good for my health
Waste a cup of lean and I seen blood everywhere, yeah
I’m gonna move smart, that’s what I told my mama
Ayy, Forgiato tires, a *** come from trauma
Them boys gon’ walk up or run down, either one