H.E.F the Prophet - No Hook (feat. NoGum Hundo)

Back on my feet and I'm running it up
Brodie got guns and they tucked
Shawty she fucking for sum
And I can't put nothing past it
Got me feeling like I'm doing magic
Like pooh honey made make it happen
And the shawty that I'm wit got a wagon
Give a fuck bout what you have
Cause you know bout what we having
Living by the creed and I been rolling wit sum assassins
Blood dreams from the THC and I don't know why he hate me
Cause he see bands and I'm making cheese
But just know not to play wit me
No trespassing don't go there
Sit at the table you know we gone feast
From the South to West to the east and the north
Ima just ball on these whores
Ball in the court
I wanted more
Never been scared yeah I love the war
Everybody just gimics
Everybody just mimic
Walk up in that bitch hoe
Quarter bag on me
I don't even flip no more I need that gas money
If a opp at the door ima get to running
Tryna stack these bands on my own but we can fucking run it
Acid on my tongue bitch
I'm rolling at the function
I could give a fuck about a hoe
Cause they always frontin
Mix the lax up wit the coke
White bitches love it
Riding in the MV pulling GBs homie I said fuck it
Used to sell them zips wit my bro bitch
Get the dope wrap it up it's on go bitch
Off a oxy and I just took four more bitch
Now I'm leaving slow mo bitch

Written by:
Hunter Floyd

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