YBN Almighty Jay - No Hook lyrics

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YBN Almighty Jay - No Hook lyrics

[Intro: YBN Almighty Jay & YBN Nahmir] Gang Woah woah woah woah Gang gang Brrrra b**h YBN sh** b**h ay ay gang gang ay [Verse: YBN Almighty Jay & YBN Nahmir] I'm chasing a bag, counting guap Why you n***as on some broke sh** (b**h) My brother stay strapped Pop any n***a on that hoe sh** (bra) Internet shooters Man these n***as ain't gon blow sh** (they ain't gon blow sh**) And you ain't my brother So you can miss me with that bro sh** n***as say you flipping work Then I'm on that kicking doors sh** (on that kick a door sh**) Take a n***a down get on that ground get on that floor b**h Your Broski he a clown Bro move around 'fore you get domed b**h (bro move around, ay) Had to cut him off Cause n***as snitching on that hoe sh** Ooh, I'm 'bout the cheese and the guap Your b**h she a thot tryna take off her top (b**h) Ooh, my brother just burnt out a lot Had to go cop a foreign just to drop out the top Ooh, I gotta watch for the opps put a drum in my Glock That's a whole hunnid shots Ooh, n***as want beef with the gang But the whole f**ing time they be telling the cops I'm up in traffic know that my pistol be clapping Run up you think that I'm lacking b**h I'm a savage I ain't never run from sh** b**h I be letting 'em have it How y'all dope? No, I don't f** with them average You n***as not 'bout that action Slide down if a n***a want smoke You should have known that I'm packing Ooh. b**h I be hot like an attic Balenciaga n***a copy the fashion Shootin' on sh** like the navy Illegal guns cause these hoes automatic How you gon smoke with the gang, but you stay put up n***a you don't want static Rented the Lamb for a week Let Nahmir drive it and he almost crash it You n***as copy You n***as dissin' for fame You n***as really be lame (pow pow pow)If I catch you then Jay rubbin' off the paint If I see you at that drive-thru I might have a nice day But this ain't no Mickey D's I turn your M into a K b**h I'm the man, my diamonds they dance Yo b**h on my dick like a fan I feel like Tay K, I just did a race Cause I had to run up the bands My n***as real shooters so why would they fight You know they not using no hands (nah) Why n***as mad, cause I try to make it That sh** was just all in the plan We ain't f**in' with no Ford, so I'm bringing out that Porsche b**h I'm probably in the Jeep and yet that b**h ain't got no doors b**h I'm speeding in that Rari, know that label got a horse Leather print up in that b**h, so yeah I'm slayin' up them doors I'm not from the Chi but I'm throwin' L's Cause n***as be lame than a b**h Chasin' a bag, not chasin' a b**h Blue hunnids like Lilo & Stitch Don't f** with no n***as, just me and my brothers Cause I know how quick n***as switch He talkin' that sh**, two to three shells Split that boy's sh** like a Twix When we pull up and hop out these n***as run (n***as run) They be talkin' like oh sh** he got a gun Know that K, it hold 50, it got a drum Know that choppas got bullets size as a plum, ay [Outro: YBN Nahmir] b**h you already know what it is n***a YBN sh**. n***a touch yo motherf**ing taco b**h YBN sh** b**h. Huh Sly b**h, ay Bow Bow b**h, ay

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