Soulja Boy - No Hook 2 lyrics

Trap out the Demon trap out the Hellcat
Walk in the mall and I
Spend me a hundred racks
That nigga start it
But Soulja Boy finished it
If I go spend it, you know I'ma make it back
Mini Draco on me
You know it'll spray you flat
Poppin' two pills
Now I'm feelin' like limitless
Ride in a foreign
I used to ride spinnin less
Poppin' a pill, I feel like I'm Ritalin
I'm fuckin' your bitch
Does that solve your mystery?
Young Drako my name, you know I made history
M (Million) is a lot to you, but it ain't shit to me
Run up on gang
You know I'm leaving you 6 feet
Open the back door, nigga go creep-creep
I'm fuckin' your bitch
You know she a freak-freak
Bands'll make her dance, RiRi
Young Drako my name, I know they remember me
How you acting like you a friend of me?
Cock back the pistol, I shoot at my enemies
When one of these pussy ass rap
Niggas gonna come finish me?
Smoking on dope, I feel like I'm fishing
VVS plug, I don't fuck with middlemen
Who is this nigga, I never heard of him
Hop in the Lamborghini, then I swerve on them
Smoking on cream, I'm sippin' on purple
Young nigga geeked up, like Urkel
VVS diamond my water, Squirtle
I'm in your bitch, just like a orders
I got them bricks, that ship cross the border
I hit the Mexico, I jump the wall
Living my best life, just like Duval
I got this shit from LA, out of New York
Smell like a pound when I'm up in court
Ballin' so I'm hard, like I'm on a court
Flexin' on these broke niggas
Like it's a sport
Lambo to, they know who I am
Pop out with Draco, that chopper go blam
Catch me if you can, like Gingerbread Man
Riding 'round town with a
Hundred and fifty bands
Rollin' up green, gas, Shrek
Pourin' up red, blood, Hi Tech
Try to finesse me, you know you get wet
Shout out my squad, shout out my set
Try to rob, we leaving a mess
This is not school, so nigga don't test
Cuban the link and it sit on my neck
Back in High School, I was serving that crack
Sippin' on lean, I think I need a doctor
Back in High School
I had M's sittin' in my locker you got it
That ain't shit, I got racks in my pocket
Young Drako, nigga took off like a rocket
Young rich nigga, fly as a cockpit
Say he get money, fuckboy stop it
Stack up an M, gettin' money my hobby
Made me an M, they think I'm 'Luminati
Cop a hotel
Then nigga run 'round in the lobby
Every time that I drop, they go cop it
Fuckin' your bitch, now she giving me sloppy
Jump out the Demon, I feel like the GOAT
Two-two-three bullets
They hit at your throat
I kept on servin' and trappin'
Young nigga I'm bold
VVS diamond, my necklace in gold
Stand in the kitchen, that strap with a pole
My elbows
Came a long way from rockin' them shell toes
Young Drako, nigga I was strapped like velcro
Cookin' that crack with my wrist in a circle
Like bow and an arrow
Covered in gold, they callin' me Pharoah
Cuban the link and I used to rock
Pourin' Hi Tech, drop a deuce in my styrofoam