no hook, Pt. 2 Lyrics

Ay, ay, ay, yeah

Uh, straight bars, no hook

Ay, no hook, part two

Rico Da Writer

Hope you don't lie to me, keep it real, that's my philosophy

I at the top like apostrophe, bougie so you can't say hi to me

She say I'm hard but I gotta be, she snatched my soul like a robbery

I know I ain't shit but I try to be

They like my style so they copy me, I can't see nobody stopping me

I get money like Monopoly, that shit really mean a lot to me

If you ain't gang you a opp to me, most of these women just flock to me

You fucked the bro, you a thot to me, you must've thought that shit got to me

Bitch, you ain't even my property, fuck I look like, letting it bother me

I don't do well with apologies, bitches ain't shit, that's my honesty

I fuck with whoever rock with me, you know I keep me a Glock with me

I got that shit so come shop with me

Now as I stated in the intro, this is that no hook shit

Straight bars going in, you know what's up

You know it's up with me, lot of these niggas don't fuck with me

Wish they would keep it a buck with me, I keep the gang in the cut with me

Just in case niggas on fuckery, you know it's up and it's stuck with me

I get you hit if I up the fee, one call them niggas show up for me

Make the wrong move they gon' bust with me, knock you off if you try come for me

That shit gon' sting like a bumblebee, I'm on a roll like some tumbleweed

Y'all just some suckers, I'm sucker free, I need some head and a bunch of weed

Girl take this dick, don't you run from me, she want a man I don't wanna be

How could she think she the one for me