No Hook Lyrics

I'm on the Southside, ain't gotta think right I'm finna pull my beam right out She say she wanna fuck, I say, "Yes, right now" I'm finna pull my Bieber out I missed the problem and I got me some tattoos I'm finna take my T-shirt off He was talking too tough, then got caught in public And he ain't even let his heater off Damn, niggas be lost in the sauce Yeah, this when you bleed, ballers We get up on a nigga close range, delete his thoughts He wouldn't even see what's up Pushing the fuck out the Range It came four wheels, but one of 'em wiggling off She pulled up on you when it's Ramadan And she got ten pounds, with me she taking it off Floor-seat tickets to the Lakers games Sippin' on Purple Rain, I'm in the next seat over 2026, letting off shit He got on MCM, man, that's bum-ass bogus Cross a nigga up like Stephen Double white kicks, I could do it in Timberland butters Nigga ain't come out the crib and his door got kicked Now he taking it up with his mother Fuck anytime I want to, I don't need lotion I put that on my baby brother I'm in Atlanta right now with a Glock and a Drac Tryna catch a rap nigga that's slumping I know a nigga that died and his whole gang fazed And they still went and did nothing One, two, three, here we coming They roll up thuggin' on shit like Drummond (Come here!) I just got a call from Pat Tryna catch an opp nigga, could get slapped like— (Ayo!) One, two, three, here we coming They roll up thuggin' on shit like Drummond (Come here, come here, come here, come here!) I just got rich off rap I don't do scam shit, why you making assumptions? The Glock don't only shoot hard legs We kill a bitch with a new lace front in She literally drop-dead gorgeous I just did too much ARP got a cooler kit But this bitch literally scorchin' B-O, double O-D I won't fuck with them guys Ain't a little remorse in 'em We put a nigga on Temu Fuckin' picture blew up like it's SportsCenter In came the Hellcat It's been too long Fuck around, gotta add a little oil in it You talkin' too much Boy, you better pipe down Why you runnin' 'round telling all of bro business? Got four cell phones I don't know how to work 'em Mad as fuck in the morning 'Cause the phone ringing