Текст пісні No Hook - NPK, ND, LR

No Hook

TrapHouseMob
Ayy Mobz, that sounds wavy
Trilla put two green bells in the dotty
Watch them come out the nose like boogers
Whack my man if he’s Farm
Slap my man if he’s 9 or Wooders
Should’ve seen the way that I chopped up F
You would’ve thought that I worked in a butchers
I only give love to the spinner
Bully B don’t give no love to the hookers
Your nigga held smoke, no hooker
Bun out your chest like he just backed whiskey
In my blunt L2, not Tooka
Don’t get caught tryna buck your linkey
The life I live is all risky
Stainless steel in and out that Pickney
Batterd up bisheads, about «Please tick m»
Feds chase shank, get dashed like frisbee
Been a bad boy from when the olders used to lurk on Kizzy
I remember when we bucked Ridzy
Sav chopped that down like a 2 in a Q
You should’ve got slapped in digits
If you see x2 in city
You see me, you know that’s litty committee
Said we don’t ride, are you silly?
I see two biological brothers running
If I saw the other one, I would have took man’s kidney
Everyone knows I make Park Lane litty
Back then I had a crush on Nikki until I saw Cardi B
Sin Squad where the drillers at
Farm Block where the artists be
We don’t let shit slide, are you dumb?
You can ask MB and ask his mum
Like Dora, man’s exploring
If I ain’t got my shank, jump man like Jordan
Don’t try dash, 'cah the corn will catch up
Run up in yards, put your hands in the air
Don’t panic like French Montana
Let’s test this 12 in the park, no manor
The dotty get beat like Anna
Slide through the A with this big boy tool
This big boy tool ain’t no fucking spanner
How the 2's still drop them L’s?
I see opp boys wearing T-Shirts
On it says Lampz and K1's world
Bro just slapped in reverse
Sinners don’t send no corn for no girls
We got bine for a nigga, that’s bolo
Sinners don’t care if you banged dumbbells
On the opp block tryna raise some hell
Free all my niggas that didn’t get bail
Two Glocks, one botty
Jump out, try put holes in a body
Long time that I done 'Where's Wally'
Drops on the opps, like we got down donny
This shits all ments, I’m drilling old friends
Like who’s gonna stop me?
I’m a boss on my block like Gotti
If I slap shots, watch broski copy
Put him in a box like Roddy
Free GP, in a box like Bobby
I do drills and hit them stains
Them man on the net tryna impress thotties
Why would I link that bitch if broski hit and she didn’t give sloppy?
I put opps on my Rizlas
Sorry, I swear it’s part of my hobby
SMB, you know man do this
I’m tryna do it like SlapIt
Two in a dotts, tour 'round and use it
They want me on the wing with gang
But when I get grabbed, man act all clueless
Bro’s known for swinging his shank
Now he’s locked in the wing with
Prosecutor said it was planned
I had to tell him it was an opp
Side by side with my bruces
Don’t act fearless, tour and boom it
Suited and booted, roll with a broomstick, beat and move it
Suited and booted, roll with a broomstick, beat and move it
Headpiece snapped when I step out them cells
Tell the cats don’t call my line
'Cah I just got bail and I ain’t going jail
We got Haringey map
Don’t believe the opps, they lie as well
I tell the opps «Go rot in hell»
Cause this beef’s intense, and I ain’t calling help
You can swim like Michael Phelps
Deep in, tryna send man up to hell
Tell me how Trapo felt
When his bredrin left him to call up a girl
We don’t story tell
Had an old school friend that made stories fell
Send corn no VML
Get shelled if you’re screaming out «K1's World»
Got corn for days
Don’t slip in your estate mate
We drill and we trap
It’s in all of our DNA’s
They talk that wass, but they don’t wanna avenge their mates
Couple man that’s snakes
They don’t wanna cross these gates, no way
You can hold corn broad day
Heard all of the opps, them hate me
'Cah 6ixShots touched road real lately
Couple gyal, I’m moving all shady
'Cah they can’t be my number one baby
my baby
But she knows she my number one lately
Can’t tell you 'bout touring
But I can tell you 'bout Jailhouse touring
It was early mornings, when the gov’s come kicking my door in
Got bagged with my mash and flick
Stressed 'cah I knew I was pissed
But you know, this the life I live, darg you know this the life I live
My dad used to say I weren’t on shit
Little did you know I was taping off strips
I’m tired of beefing these kids
Lil bro’s been putting opps in riz
How many times had I fill it to the brim?
Got 'round there, seen grown men sprint
I did it with G as well
Same way I did it with Blacks in the wing