No Hook

I'm chasing a bag, counting guap

While you **** on some broke shit

My brother stay strapped

Pop any **** on that ho shit

Internet shooters

Man, these **** ain't gon' blow shit

And you ain't my brother so you can miss me with that bro shit

**** say you flipping work

Then I'm on that kick a door shit

Take a **** down, get on that ground, get on that floor, bitch

Your broski he a clown

Bro, move around 'fore you get domed, bitch

Had to cut him off 'cause **** snitching on that ho shit

Ooh, I'm 'bout the cheese and the guap

Your bitch she a thot, tryna take off her top

Ooh, my brother just burnt out a lot

Had to go cop a foreign just to drop out the top

Ooh, I gotta watch for the opps

Put a drum in the glock, that's a whole hunnid shots

Ooh, **** want beef with the gang

But the whole time they be telling the cops

I'm up in traffic know that my pistol be clapping

Run up you think that I'm lacking

Bitch, I'm a savage, I ain't never run from shit

Bitch, I be letting 'em have it

High off dope

No, I don't fuck with them average

You **** not 'bout that action

Slide down if a **** want smoke

You should have known that I'm packing

Ooh, bitch, I be high like an addict

Balenciaga **** copy the fashion

Shooting up shit like the navy

Illegal guns 'cause these hoes automatic

How you want smoke with the gang

But you stay put up, ****, you don't want static

Rented the Lam' for the week

Let Nahmir drive it and he almost crashed it

You **** copy, you **** dissing for fame

You **** really be lame

Pop off, if I catch you then Jay rubbing off the pain

If I see you at that drive-thru I might have a nice day

But, bitch, this ain't no Mickey Ds, I turn your M into a K

Bitch, I'm the man, my diamonds they dance

Your bitch on my dick like a fan

I feel like Tay K, I just did a race

'Cause I had to run up the bands

My **** real shooters so why would they fight?

You know they not using no hands

Why **** mad 'cause I'm tryna make it

That shit was just all in the plan

We ain't fucking with no Ford so I'm bringing out that Porsche

Bitch, I'm probably in the Jeep and yet that bitch ain't got no doors

Bitch, I'm speeding in that Rari, know that label got a horse

Leather print up in that bitch so yeah I'm slaying up them doors

I'm not from the Chi but I'm throwing Ls

'Cause **** be lame than a bitch

Chasing a bag now chasing a bitch

Blew hunnids like Lilo and Stitch

Don't fuck with no ****, just me and my brothers

'Cause I know how quick **** switch

He talking that shit, two to three shells

Split that boy's shit like a Twix

When we pull up and hop out these **** run

They be talking like, oh shit he got a gun

Know that K it hold fifty, it got a drum

Know that chopper's got bullets size as a plum, aye