Smokingskul - No Hook Pt. 2 lyrics
[Smokingskul - No Hook Pt. 2 lyrics]
Too many choppas they lifting the mat
Thick white bitch she get hit from back
Whole lotta stress
I’m gone smoke the whole pack
Ian a hoe nigga i ain’t gon tap
Heavy artillery, get back
Designer on me, Mismatch
I’m in the gates, Who tryna match?
A lot on my plate, my foot on the gas
Colombian plug, and I made em proud
Liv and Maddie, smoking loud
You is a cat, get out the house
I hit his baby momma on the couch
She swallow kids just for the clout
I feel like James Bond take em out
I smoked a QP and ah ounce
Choppa gon get me a big amount
My girl bad boujee I like it
Niggas be fags, niggas be typing
Start a new wave watch
Hoes start riding, Copped a nigga flow
Niggas gon start biting
I’m in his trap now why he hiding?
Louvi track suit Like im running
Ain’t gon beef If it ain’t bout money
Throw’er sum racks Now the girl act funny
They ain wanna offer me When I was hungry
Swing round his block Acting ah monkey
I got the chop Outta the country
She acting weird? Shawty is fucking
I don’t sip beer I’m sipping Henny
Get off your, rear Go get sum guap
Ion fear If you ain god you ain’t tote smoke
Nigga why act hard?
Why you gotta kill? Why you gotta cheat?
Why you gotta lie? Cause ion gotta heart
Push me to the edge Watch it get rated R
Tried run wit my shit Pussy ain’t get far
You know what I do to niggas like you?
U ain’t no plug who is u fooling!
Ian no blood, Niggga i just be cooling
Fucked and dismissed her I’m
Schooling these bitches
Thought I should cuff but I’m
Back to the riches
Plenty of fish? man it’s fuck all them fishes
Fuck yo mixtape fuck movement
Fuck these other rappers cause they loosing
Thick white bitch she get hit from back
Whole lotta stress
I’m gone smoke the whole pack
Ian a hoe nigga i ain’t gon tap
Heavy artillery, get back
Designer on me, Mismatch
I’m in the gates, Who tryna match?
A lot on my plate, my foot on the gas
Colombian plug, and I made em proud
Liv and Maddie, smoking loud
You is a cat, get out the house
I hit his baby momma on the couch
She swallow kids just for the clout
I feel like James Bond take em out
I smoked a QP and ah ounce
Choppa gon get me a big amount
My girl bad boujee I like it
Niggas be fags, niggas be typing
Start a new wave watch
Hoes start riding, Copped a nigga flow
Niggas gon start biting
I’m in his trap now why he hiding?
Louvi track suit Like im running
Ain’t gon beef If it ain’t bout money
Throw’er sum racks Now the girl act funny
They ain wanna offer me When I was hungry
Swing round his block Acting ah monkey
I got the chop Outta the country
She acting weird? Shawty is fucking
I don’t sip beer I’m sipping Henny
Get off your, rear Go get sum guap
Ion fear If you ain god you ain’t tote smoke
Nigga why act hard?
Why you gotta kill? Why you gotta cheat?
Why you gotta lie? Cause ion gotta heart
Push me to the edge Watch it get rated R
Tried run wit my shit Pussy ain’t get far
You know what I do to niggas like you?
U ain’t no plug who is u fooling!
Ian no blood, Niggga i just be cooling
Fucked and dismissed her I’m
Schooling these bitches
Thought I should cuff but I’m
Back to the riches
Plenty of fish? man it’s fuck all them fishes
Fuck yo mixtape fuck movement
Fuck these other rappers cause they loosing