C5 - f** a Hook lyrics

[Verse] My n***as got choppers, we shooters We trappin' them bricks then we move ‘em The uzi it came with a coolant My diamonds they look like a loogey John Wic, he stay with the ruger Try me, he bust your medulla My n***a we ballin' like Buddha Got to watch out for the snakes like Medusa Young rich n***a and you don't want no problems Stay with the strap, keep a nine, no Ibaka Pull up with the tommy gun like I'm a mobster Young rich nation full of k**ers and robbers You think it's a lick, flame you up like I'm Walker Shooters in the bando, they got binoculars Gold on my neck like I'm Silkk the Shocker p**y n***a taking shots like it's vodka Extendo hanging out longer than a limo Diamonds on me hitting harder than Kimbo b**h from California blow me like indo Sixty four karat rollie like Nintendo I really came from the block and the trap Bust down the brick and I made me a cap Mortal Kombat, beat a n***a like Jack Two-seater Rari, it came with no back Porsche Panamera, it's a hatchback Look at my diamonds, it's an ice attack Look at your b**h, she had a heart attack I keep the racks in my pocket like quarterback If you get a brick you can't get your order back Prescription my Versace lenses like cataracts Hide the money and the work where the attic at Bad b**h, she gon' hide the work where her panties at Cut the tail off of that n***a, he been a rat My n***a blowing money like a ceiling fan Dippin' her wrist in the water like fisherman My migo he trapping the work out a minivan Hundred round drum the bottom of the Glock Tried to shoot that b**h, it made my wrist lock My n***as on the corner slangin' Chris Rock Trap n***a still riding T-top's Run up my check just like Nike, no Reeboks Your n***a talk to the feds but no we not My n***as we having stripes like Adidas Giuseppe, walking on an animal, feline I was gettin' money before I was 12 I used to traffic the work through the mail f** the DA, he wouldn't give me no bail Sat me in jail ‘cause a n***a wouldn't tell [?] folders, only ride for my n***as n***as sleepin' on me like I'm a pillow Shoot a n***a, give him three, Reggie Miller Young rich nation, YRN on my zipper They stealing the dab and they act like they started it We pull up and take it back, repo, no bargaining Silencer on the Glock, it stop the arguments I'm sending my soldiers to k** you, I'm sarg-ing it Rich n***a came up from trapping the bags I used to be in the bando with racks My n***as bangin', we don't need a flag Pull out the AR, we don't need the mag I just finessed the plug and hit the dab These n***as mad we rest and peaced to swag I was a jugger, never did the rap Young rich nation world, I crossed the map [Outro] You hating n***a Hating a** n***a We countin' paper n***a YRN the f**ing label man Mango Foo