KidWonder - No Hooks lyrics

I post on that block, I was just a young bull I was the smallest n***a with the biggest tool I got n***as dry snitching, dropping interviews I'm a street n***a, I don't do subliminals Grew up in the projects, b**h I hang with criminals They get in yo grill, like a dentist with a bunch of tools They be big bad wolves, they'll blow ya house down! Little Red Riding Hood, came to rob the whole town! Margielas on my feet, selling white girl, Cinderella! Hit the club, make it rain, don't forget ya umbrella! Cooking in that trap, got the stove on high n***as sneak dissing me, I expose those guys You'd think I was the bakerman, how I serve those pies That's yo a**! Boi, ya trash, I dispose those guys Pinocchio, ya nose get broke if you believe those lies He don't want his b**h back, my whole gang done smashed We just f** hoes and dump em' like a cigar ash I'm selling Mary Jane, got a bus load of that gas You mug in the club, stomp a mudhole in yo a**! I'm a shooting star, f** a p**n star, still drive a foreign car Told the dealer lose the roof, so my b**h can see the stars I get these hoes wet! Call me wishin well Wish ya well! n***as dissing on me, telling fairytales Glowing like a Christmas tree, hoes singing Jingle Bells I knock the meat out yo taco, b**h I got plenty shells I went to jail, I made bail, then back home to that scale! You dissing for some fame, you get hog tied up! Since we young street n***as, they gon' criticize us! Posted on that block! I was selling crack rocks! Glock co*ked, leave him in the desert by the pit stop Gold rollie on my wrist, it's a foreign watch Take a n***a b**h, even if he was a co*kblock Trapping out the bando, why? Cause the block hot Pull up in that European, yea it cost a whole lot My new b**h European, teach you how to work a pot Work up straight drop, Flintstone, make a bed rock Rap game ain't sh** to me, I got it in a head lock These f**s n***as envy cause I made to the damn top I'm on my Easy-E sh**, 64, droptop I'm on some Mr. T sh**, Cuban links, straight top I'm not the one to beef with, we pulling up, sending shots Built with that street sh**, I fell in love with toting chops With the extende clip, 30 shots, yup we call em' mops Slidin on the opps, we do high speeds on the cops, b*tch!