J Loud - No Hook (feat. Mdb Von)

Back in this bitch still kicking you hear me
Aye what up Von
This that shit right here

Still kicking and I stand tall through it all
I then heard some bullshit I barely answer calls
I then seen so much fake shit can't stand the site of y'all
I guess I'm still shallow couldn't over look her flaws
I guess I gotta work on that
Right now I'm working on the math told shorty I'ma have to call her back
Cause this money come first right
Cause that's the first thing you holla when a nigga out work right
Back to this verse these hoes a curse
Right now I'm on a mission
Move fast but I talk slow keep up and try to listen
These shoes only fit me watch me walk in them
If he ain't talking money why you talk to him
I'm confused I'm lame cause I ain't got no jewels
And dog with the fake rollie get to choose
Shh kill that just move
I'ma get back to counting blues
Gone head do what you do

Von Niggas say I'm tripping riding round with a semi on me
Them young niggas be lit and everybody in the city know us
Fell like I'm uber eats I'm riding with this chicken on me
Praying that that bag touch down today from California
When I slide throw on the buffs I got yo bitch with me
If she ain't around I'm by myself I got that stick with me
I ain't playing I put 24 on yo back like you Ken Griffey
Niggas say they knew where I was at why they ain't come get me
You leaving in a body bag ain't nobody mad
Y'all with all the cap
Lock that nigga six-nine back up and bring Shotty back
I a let this dessert eagle fly give these niggas wings
Walking round shitting on niggas like I ain't potty trained
Walk around beating on these niggas they be talking crazy
Plug only stay with white girl I think that nigga racist
I shouldn't even really be talking like this
I got pending cases
But if it ever come down to that shit
They gone have to chase me

Back on my bullshit two times harder
Line em up then give em clips I'm the barber
Keep yo gaurd up and move smarter
Watch who you calling yo partner
Don't let em cross ya
Some niggas built different no bite all bark
They all got secret motives auras reek like fart
That's why before corona I was 6-feet apart
A lot of y'all got mouth but lack heart
Nigga have the pape
Come short and I'ma fix that weight
All bud over here plug don't give me shake
I ain't even one to flex how you mange to hate
That's yo problem you on my plate
I been chilling for a minute but I'm back doing damage
On my Trader Joe shit I got the broccoli and cabbage
Blow a lil here and there but for the most part stash it
Take a trip fall in some
I might Instagram it stay tuned

Written by:
Jasmine Crossley, Javon Copeland

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