Soulja Boy - No Hook lyrics

Drako! (rraow) soulja (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt (euh) gang (yeah)
Drako!

Pop out with draco, run up the pesos
Pint by the bottle, they callin' my Chapo
I ride the Lambo like I hit the lotto
I'm smokin' cookies and sellin' gelato
I know that most of these niggas be fake
Pussy ass nigga get hit with the K
I'm gettin' money, the fuck out my face
I walk in the trap and I pour up a eight
I catch a quarter million Bentley truck
Whippin' my wrist in the pot
I don't give a fuck
Wish a nigga well, gotta go double up
Left wrist Rolex
Sixty thousand for my shit it's frozen up
Red beam on their head, I'ma hit em up
Drop yo location, nigga let's go get it up
Bust down on a bracelet


Fifty thousand for my jeweler, spent it
I ain't give no fuck
Young Drako nigga, you know I'm real nigga
Young Drako nigga you know I be trappin'
My nigga
Young Drako run through the millions
Young Drako stack up money to the ceiling
My nigga had to go get a ticket
Most of these niggas be really bitches
Twin Turbo when I skrrt this
Shit too the limit catch me in the trap
Nigga I'm whippin' fishes
Okay, but that's another story
Back to this trap shit in the trenches
Put a hundred thousand in my mattress
Fuck with Drako
Bitch you know I'm bout action
Make the wrong move
Then my nigga start clappin'
You want a pint of drink
You know that I tax you
I'm the CEO of Money Gang
And nigga we blastin'
Hop in the Rari, and skrrt in that Aston
White Maserati, same color as Casper
Jump in the foreign, you know it go faster
A hundred bitches on my P, just like Master
Brand new Rari, man I don't do the masda
Ooh I meant Mazda, ooh I'm eatin' lobsters
Hundred dollar Gucci shirt, I pop collar
Thousand dollar gold bottle, I pop it
Big draco on me, I don't gotta cock it
I put a hundred bricks in helicopters
This shit ain't got no hook
But I'm steady goin'
Stand in that trap, and I'm makin' it storm
Tornado whip my wrist, I fuck up my arm
Two-tone Cuban link, I switch up the charm
I walk in that club, and they ring an alarm
I'm seeing a junkie, I'm servin' the bomb
Giuseppe my toes, I do that for fun
I fuck on yo bitch while I'm grippin' my gun
I'm throwin' blue hundreds
I don't throw the ones
I walk in that club, the strippers like "ooh
Here he come"
Hop out the Rari with hundred round drum
Young Drako nigga, you know where I'm from
Young Drako nigga
Came straight out the slums
Young Drako play with the
Pots, and the bricks, and the bon
I'm in yo bitch mouth, right on her tongue
Nigga want beef, it's filet mignon
I ride in the Rover, I'm mixin' the soda
They call me Young Drako
They call me Young Soulja
Earring right, boulder
Left ring, half quarter
Bust down, new Rollie
This bitch actin' like she know me
VVS, out the water
Young Drako, nigga I'm fuckin' yo daughter
Malibu noble, you know that
I rock new designer, I don't do the throwback
When you get money, you don't gotta show that
I see the Police, I'm runnin' a four flat
I'm hoppin' the gate
Most of these niggas, you know that they fake
It ain't my birthday but you know
I'm gettin' to the cake
I put the Yacht right by the lake
Hit from the back, bust on her face

Young Drako, nigga
Stacks On Deck Money Gang
Palm Tree Entertainment gang, Gang, Gang
SODMG yeah, uh
Skrrt drako
Yeah