Cozz, Smoke DZA, DOM KENNEDY - The Hook Up lyrics

My nigga Smoke shit, huh check it out

Gather round hustlers
That's if you're still livin'
Get more groupie love than Mike Bivins
Y'all niggas gotta play your role
Taj Gibson
Shoot the whole video set like Benny Boom
Diamonds dancin' all in the light
Cash rules
My chick gotta know how to rap, I'm Papoose
I mean I should just scorch you niggas
Scott Storch you niggas how they all ready
Real niggas on the come up
Huraches on my feet, brand new
I'm not a runner since Ross killed Baby
I'm the number one stunna
You waitin' on me to fall off, take a number
Let the strap hang off the Vandals
Sitting on my corner, it's a gamble
Them niggas only drew at Art Basel oh yeah

Huh, the hustlers in a room
Rhyme so hard even a Busta would approve
Hoes ain't nothin'
If I fuck 'em you could too
Look it ain't no drug bust
It ain't no cuffin' in here fool
But look, shit I must be
Diseased or halfway ugly
'Cause these haters talk shit, but look
They don't ever touch me
I'm cool but familiar with the funk boy
I'm musty from the place where everybody
Got the damn munchies
'Cause niggas gettin' smoked like
A blunt or two
And bitches gettin' mush like
The front of 'shrooms
Either dead or in jail is where that gets you
When the fear get you
Don't act tough out of peer pressure
Now my face the money maker
I'ma let my peers get you
I steer letters in directions of Heaven
Hopin' God hears me clearly
And clears me of past endeavors
And prayin' that we all get in there, man
Shout out my nigga DZA

Huh, let's rule the world and
Get these blue notes, uh
Watch Jazz at The Blue Note, uh
You can never be too low
Outspoken, but they'll curve you
If you too woke
Luke-warm, I race through it like DuPont
Bought and bought the same watch two-tone
Younger me wore my dad's jewels to school
I was too grown
They was on the Pokemon wave, Cubone
Keep going!
Let's make it clear like Blue Dot
Business started boomin' had to
Open up two spots
Got it covered like rooftop
Nigga how you think all my crew rock?
Rhetorical, queue up the Clue drop
(Clue, Clue, Clue, Clue)
Fuck it we pull up a few yachts
King of New York style huh
Aye, West Coast, here we go, East Coast
Here we go
West Coast, here we go, East Coast
Here we go (Aye)
Down South, here we go, Up North, here we go
Aye for Midwest, here we go, aye, yeah
Here we go now
King of New York style, huh, ha, ha, aye
Harlem World to the West Side
Yeah, aye, aye, here we go, ha

I promise I would be all you need