Bbno$, Howl, TrippythaKid - what hook? lyrics
bbno$ [Alexander Leon Gumuchian] Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada 🇨🇦
[Bbno$, Howl, TrippythaKid - what hook? lyrics]
Gang, Gryfon uh, bbno$
Ayy, b-b-b boom, chk, chk, pew pew, pew, pew
Sippin' black shit, 'til I'm ratchet
Got some granite, now I crack it
I'ma piggy bank, clank, clank
Hit my diamonds dance, girlies wanna dance
Spot the chance, got no pants
Where my dickhead and my pants, ayy
Cash out with a check, got a nice girl
That's a Czech cop some Nike, cop a check
Ball too hard now in some debt
Got some nerve and now you fret
Cough a lung, I need some Tech
Skrr, skrr, skrr, now I jet
Fuck them Xans, I ain't no bitch, yuh
Finna pay attention, I'm your
Teacher in detention, ayy
Only do this rap shit 'til
I can cop myself pension, ayy
Why you flexing so hard, boy? I
Think you got some tension, ayy
Play this game so well, I got
You warming up the benches, ayy
Cat, bat, heavy net
Plastic bag until I'm dead
Tag, what you said, frat
Yo gang 'bout to end up dead
Med school, pass school, fuck that shit
I'm kinda cool
What I do, fine, it's true, boy you
Think I got time for you, nah
What? Gang, what?
(yeah, yeah, gang, yeah boy)
This shit is- yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr, skrr
Throwing up the peace sign
Find me on the East side
We don't need no freak, no
Need, no peace, no pistol, weak guy
Bitch, I'm on my heat
My brand new fleek gon' get you ordered on
I'm in the mood like ya'll you gotta do right
Boy, get it right like all the time
I'm in the booth, night time
And I'm zooming, gooning, ballooning
Undermine
Bitch don't get in my way, don't get in
My heart, don't get in my vibe, alright
I just wanna do me, you gotta do you
Don't wanna lose all the vibes
Fuckin' around, don't get buddy buddy
Get it dummy funny, but we all the rhyme
This the key that gon' run it
Don't fuck around with our money
This is the mood, we on the moon
We 'bout to dip on the public
You better be wishin' you us
Don't wanna be freaky with us
You tryna be dissin' on us
You 'boutta get kicked in yo guts
Th-th-this the only way to get across
I swear to god
I'm passing blue team after blue team
Got my mission in the trunk
I gotta walk around my city with
My shirt up like a scarf
Because they see me and they beamin'
Tryna kill me for the cause
Thank those bands or the man
Or catch those hands
I'ma smack 'em with the handle on my grip
You want my shit?
Well, bitch, I'm mad, as loud as a vandal
I'm so bad boy, ran with the scandal
So much cash, yeah, Howl got his hands full
Blow up quick, yeah, blow up sets, yeah
Yeah, I'm so lit like Baby with a candle
Yeah i don't really think about it
I just make my moves
I've been grinding quick, I'm
Sick, I'm with it, hit it with my crew
Had the lit, it hidden
Hit some city winning, watchin' you
Tryna copy me I stop and see
You'll never cop my views, nah
How you be with me and dip on the cruise?
But bet that you'll hit me to get ya produce
Caught up to business to see how I move
But all of ya' tracks got
Me hitting the snooze, ayy
Cooking up flavors all day
I see you craving and banging your plate
Savor the taste of the bangers I've made
I'm a major in flame, gotta wave it away
Fan on my city
I be whippin' through the limit
Drop a can down my leg
Well, like it's grippin', boy, i'm swimmin'
All the land is my mission, boy
I'm zippin' through and tripping
With the sauce that I be givin'
Finna floss, I'm finger lickin', yeah
Ayy, b-b-b boom, chk, chk, pew pew, pew, pew
Sippin' black shit, 'til I'm ratchet
Got some granite, now I crack it
I'ma piggy bank, clank, clank
Hit my diamonds dance, girlies wanna dance
Spot the chance, got no pants
Where my dickhead and my pants, ayy
Cash out with a check, got a nice girl
That's a Czech cop some Nike, cop a check
Ball too hard now in some debt
Got some nerve and now you fret
Cough a lung, I need some Tech
Skrr, skrr, skrr, now I jet
Fuck them Xans, I ain't no bitch, yuh
Finna pay attention, I'm your
Teacher in detention, ayy
Only do this rap shit 'til
I can cop myself pension, ayy
Why you flexing so hard, boy? I
Think you got some tension, ayy
Play this game so well, I got
You warming up the benches, ayy
Cat, bat, heavy net
Plastic bag until I'm dead
Tag, what you said, frat
Yo gang 'bout to end up dead
Med school, pass school, fuck that shit
I'm kinda cool
What I do, fine, it's true, boy you
Think I got time for you, nah
What? Gang, what?
(yeah, yeah, gang, yeah boy)
This shit is- yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr, skrr
Throwing up the peace sign
Find me on the East side
We don't need no freak, no
Need, no peace, no pistol, weak guy
Bitch, I'm on my heat
My brand new fleek gon' get you ordered on
I'm in the mood like ya'll you gotta do right
Boy, get it right like all the time
I'm in the booth, night time
And I'm zooming, gooning, ballooning
Undermine
Bitch don't get in my way, don't get in
My heart, don't get in my vibe, alright
I just wanna do me, you gotta do you
Don't wanna lose all the vibes
Fuckin' around, don't get buddy buddy
Get it dummy funny, but we all the rhyme
This the key that gon' run it
Don't fuck around with our money
This is the mood, we on the moon
We 'bout to dip on the public
You better be wishin' you us
Don't wanna be freaky with us
You tryna be dissin' on us
You 'boutta get kicked in yo guts
Th-th-this the only way to get across
I swear to god
I'm passing blue team after blue team
Got my mission in the trunk
I gotta walk around my city with
My shirt up like a scarf
Because they see me and they beamin'
Tryna kill me for the cause
Thank those bands or the man
Or catch those hands
I'ma smack 'em with the handle on my grip
You want my shit?
Well, bitch, I'm mad, as loud as a vandal
I'm so bad boy, ran with the scandal
So much cash, yeah, Howl got his hands full
Blow up quick, yeah, blow up sets, yeah
Yeah, I'm so lit like Baby with a candle
Yeah i don't really think about it
I just make my moves
I've been grinding quick, I'm
Sick, I'm with it, hit it with my crew
Had the lit, it hidden
Hit some city winning, watchin' you
Tryna copy me I stop and see
You'll never cop my views, nah
How you be with me and dip on the cruise?
But bet that you'll hit me to get ya produce
Caught up to business to see how I move
But all of ya' tracks got
Me hitting the snooze, ayy
Cooking up flavors all day
I see you craving and banging your plate
Savor the taste of the bangers I've made
I'm a major in flame, gotta wave it away
Fan on my city
I be whippin' through the limit
Drop a can down my leg
Well, like it's grippin', boy, i'm swimmin'
All the land is my mission, boy
I'm zippin' through and tripping
With the sauce that I be givin'
Finna floss, I'm finger lickin', yeah