ShittyBoyz - No Hook 3 lyrics

Put some numbers on you
Squares like a calculator
Don't jump stupid
Bro will put you on a ventilator
Black and gray Balencis
Looking like a damn Oakland Raider
In Neiman's tripping
Almost fell down the escalator
Bro been rolling all week off them damn pills
Made six in thirty like
Them damn basketball drills
Run up on me? Swear to
God shit gon' get real
Looking like a construction crew
With these big drills
I'm just balling in Ypsi
Like I'm George Gervin
Good four in this cream Faygo
Got a nigga swerving
Need the crud? Call bro Dre
'cause he out here serving
Served a fiend two eights likе
That nigga Michael Irvin
I don't wrestle, bitch
Do I look likе Randy Savage?
Explosive tips up in this clip, they hit you
They gon' do some damage
I don't play with niggas
I'll put a pussy in a casket
Fell in love with the swiping
Used to shoot up in the basket
Oh, you with the bank account
Then hit my line
Learned how to swipe on my own
I couldn't wait in line
Ham finna send some money
Told her she can take her time
Thought it was a bird but, nah
I'm in the Robins flying
ShittyBoyz boys, it's all the fucking same
And if you don't rock with BabyTron
Then you a fucking lame
Balmains on my ass, you wearing joggers
That's a fucking shame
Niggas hating players
Better hate the fucking game

Big Dee, I'm a boss, you
Heard I'm broke? Boy, that's false
For the I took a loss, fuck juice
I got the sauce
They be like, "Dee, boy, it costs", yeah
You pay but you soft
In the field like Randy Moss I'm in a loft
Rolling up, E's up
You know them niggas with me
Station they hate, I guess we winning
Trued up, blessed but a nigga still sinning
Acting like you hard, lil' bro
Go do them dishes no hook
Watch that nigga fold like a damn book
Saying we ain't getting money? Nigga
Come and take a look
Bitch bad, ass fat and she know how to cook
Big chops on standby
What the fuck I look like being shook?
Watch where you step
Do you see what's on my fucking foot?
I'm 'bout to hop on tip
If these niggas keep looking
If I told what you doing
Yo ass'll get a whooping
If the feds pull up
The only time I get to booking
Fast in the kitchen, damn, bro
What you cooking? On the flexing hard
You'll get your shit tooken
You in the store copping
You in that bitch looking
I swear to God these hoes be choosing
When your bucks look like pudding
Bust a jugg, up a roll, this my fucking life
Kissing on that freak? Ugh, nigga
That shit trife
Cute pay, nigga, what else it ain't to like?
We both don't got no poles or no hoes, sike

Oh shit, it's another no hook
Pockets James Cook, made yo main thing look
Lived by the book, make plays, dodge hook
Something like dice
Gang got these niggas shook
Got it out the mud, I ain't never work a day
I could clean a nigga car
In twenty different ways
One get hot and then I make another play
I'm in the field for my bucks
Like I play for Tampa Bay let's be honest
They ain't do it till I did it
Listen to my raps, if you real
You can feel it play after play
It's a million ways to get it
Call a nigga "Rocky"
How I'm chasing after chicken
How's it beef but you been hiding?
I don't really play with niggas
Like I'm bench riding
Ever since elementary, boy, we been sliding
And I know some niggas bombing
Shit like they Bin Laden
Only bitch I love is my damn dawg
If yo ass plotting, leap like a damn frog
And if you do that
You might get shot like a basketball
'Cause bro keep the tools, young dawg
He don't lack at all
In school I don't talk, I'm a damn mute
Any disrespect
I'm on yo head like some shampoo
Did it on my own, stop hating and you can too
Only real niggas stick with me
Like some damn glue