Flaco1x - No Hook, Pt. 3

Niggas movin' shaky, cuz they really what they not, ayy
Know I feel like Biggie, bitch, cuz I got that faith
Biggie jeans on me when I'm poppin', not that rape, ayy
Said I ain't need one smoke, put this blunt in your face

Said she wanna fuck, so I'm grippin' on her lace
I'm tryna fuck on her friend, baby, I just need a taste, ayy
Got my own crib, but you can't pull up to my place
I can swing through the bends, through your ends, where you lay

I just sling with Trisha, but she think that it's a date
Early presidential, but it's punchin' in your face
I put diamonds in my mouth, now I'm talkin' outta place
I just swerve through the coupe, now I'm drivin' outta space

Bitch, I feel like Ruckus, all these niggas what I hate
All these niggas what I hate, ayy
All these niggas what I hate
Actin' like you up, bitch, we ready in your place

Actin' like you up with a two in your safe
I fuck with the wagon, but this coupe what I race, nigga
I'm a straight hitter, can't fuck around, can't play with it
I'm a jaystick, won't go down, can't lay with it

He a young boy, he shakin' off that molly still
I'm tryna grip up on that ass, I'm like, you sure it's real
I ain't gotta do no internet, they know the deal
Nigga try to run up, blow his ass, I bang for real

That nigga try to run up, kill his ass, that's how it is
We gang, we slidin' bout that shit, we really bout to biz
I ain't cussin' on no bitch, you know that's what it is
I ain't worried bout no hoe, I'm chasin' all the chicks

I ain't stayin' in no trap, that condo where I live
Why you kissin' on that bitch, she swallow all the kids
Swing on block, we out the window, hearin' all the crips
Have a nigga with my kipo, time to handle biz

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm like that
She typin' all the paragraph, I can't even type back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I like that
Sucked me so good, I go fuck around, come right back

She love the kids, she know all my music, straight abuse
These niggas talkin' like they hot, that shit, that make me lose
Pussy talkin' like he tough, he type on all computers
Vlog on 1X, I'm outside, I be with all the hooters

Vlog on 1X, I'm outside, I be with all the hooters
I don't gotta run out on him, bet my dog would do it
I don't gotta bag that hoe, I bet my bitch would do it
I don't gotta pop no nigga, bet that bitch would do it

Written by:
Oshar nelson

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