No Hooks II

(David Wesson)

Tuh

No Hooks II ****

Back for revenge pussy

Yeah

Aye

I'm back for revenge

I'ma make them **** pay

For all the shit they did

I'ma make them bitches pay

If they ain't let me hit

She on my dick 'cause I'm lit

But I'm straight though

Couple **** had to run

But they came to win

You talk a lotta shit

But you ain't got no cake though

How the fuck you wanna ball

And you ain't takin' risks?

You out here saving bitches

Like you got a cake bone dummy

Gucci head to toe

Got on the latest season

Fresh as hell like I'm swiping

And I don't play with pieces

Stay your distance

I don't like you ****, take it easy

**** hunt you down with rifles

If you play with Peezy

Neck chilly, wrist chilly

It's a cold summer

Too much ice at one time

Got my nose runnin'

Sunday night at roof top

And we got po's on us

Nike junkie, Air Maxes

I'm a dope runner

Ain't been on the road in years

I ain't see the blue

Still bussing Rollies down

Still buying coupes

Still paying hoes' tuition

When I go on truth

Still buying bitches bags

With the matching shoes

I'm the truth ****

You already know

Brodie leave them boys alone

They already hoes

Bag dropped the dead and gone

And they already gone

Thirty racks in all blues

Like our celephones

My **** Snoop died and fucked the cap up

You can't be iced out without no strapped up

I can't even trust my homies

**** back up

Fire crack a tear charge

And still it'll tear your ass up

Baby hustlers don't stop

We gotta keep going

We don't look up at the board

We just keep scoring

A **** said I was telling it and got beat for

Matter of fact, bring me his head

I got cheese for it

No bullshit, hat **** straight

He can go back to the club

That **** safe or not

But lemme hear your mouth again

Bitch we staking out

You ain't even worth it

Lemme get back on this paper route

Bitch I had a bag when you was stealing clothes

Tell a bitch to send they address

So I can send 'em home

Pullin' up the lid with the ceiling gone

Both pockets full

Got me walking like I'm pigeon toe

Rest in peace Soda, long live Roc

It's time to come together

All the bullshit gotta stop

Let's run the millions up

And get our peoples out the swamp

Time to go buy out the block

No more sin in those spots

All my **** got a bag

Know it's hard to choose

David Wesson on the beat

It make it hard to lose

What's poppin' in Kentucky?

I want all the blues

Feds locking everybody up

I know you saw the news

Aye

Let the beat ride out Dave

Yeah

Rest in peace Soda

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