YG Cooly & YG Rack$ - No Hook

YG
Holdup don’t make me pop out
These niggas show out
Cause hoes out
Im boutta blow down
Shit aint a showdown
This shit aint close, no comparison this shit a blowout
Oh wow
Mad, sad that’s how you boutta go out
I get the backend
Came thru the back end
Then blew her back out
Engineer dont do his job then ima need the track outs
Ta-dow brought the ones out im having fun now
Wa-pow brought the guns out you better run now
Sun out catch me trapping till the fuckin sun down
What now i dont know pull wit the gang and run down
I brought the racks out now these niggas hate me they mumble
I thank my mama everyday for never raising a dummy
Yeah im cunning i be smiling while i finesse you for money
Super slimy wipe a nigga if i see his shit running
Ain’t no milly rocking nigga
This that money dance
Labels trynna sign a nigga
For a hunnid bands
I need a hunnid mil
And we might have a deal
Cause im super lit
Plus I keep it real
Straight out the land
But I’m still stuck up in the field
And when im on stage
Yeah I be dancing with my steal
I’m not taking pleas
And I ain’t copping to no deals
Got caught with that gun
But niggas know that I won’t squeal
I ain’t telling shit
Shhhhhh And i aint celibate
I been fucking bitches since bitches was wearing jelly slips
Type to grab the glock and go spray down the whole development
And im forever lit till i find me sumn to settle in
Yeah yeah
I’m ah veteran
And these niggas rookies who I be better then
Going in without no hook
And this song it might never end
I just sparked the blunt
It’s hitting like it was heaven sent
Just came back from LA with the gang
But I don’t remember shit
I said shake that shit like a bad habit
If she moving fast enough then im probably gone throw some cash at it
Throwing money to the ceiling i turn this bitch to a cash attic
Had her all up on my dick like a line of blow to a crack addict
Throw it back then look back at it
The way that ass sitting
I might have a crack at it
Pound cake
Let me snack at it
Pull ah camera out
Fuck it imma Snapchat it
Cameras out
Hammas out
Now simmer down
My side of town
Don’t come around you not allowed
Sipping goose
I’m rolling weed
Straight out the pound
To tell the truth its fuck you we out now
Haaaaaaa fuck y’all niggas man no hook
What’s a hook
You tell me

Written by:
KENDELL LONG WIRT, NICHOLOS REID

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