Fuck This Hook Lyrics

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Gang Gang Gang

Stop fucking playing

Long live the guys

Free the guys

Princess Oh My God Ha Gang

I don't really fuck

With these bitches

Cause you know bitches be

Faking

Don't wanna come off too angry

Or make it seem like I'm hating

I just know that I'm hated

And I know bitches be basic

Y'all can't rap I can't it

And It's all facts

Yall can't say shit

Yo old bitch built like a blunt

So lil daddy let's face it

If a ho don't fuck with Preez

It's simply just she CAN'T

BITCH

And I wont even shoot a ho

Pussies get whipped

With big dicks

I need that kash in my hand

Cause damn my fingers been

Itching

If I love you then I got you

I'ma pay what's the ticket

You don't think you right for me

But I know what I'm feeling

I just hope you ride for me

Cause I ain't tryna end this

Damn aye aye

But you gon die if you fishy

Fuck yo feelings like

Fuck this hook

Know a bitch right now

Say he look he took

Take niggas steal hearts

She think she a crook

Fuck on that nigga

Make him bust like a jugg

If shit don't read

Turn you to a book

Got tired of not eating

I learned how to cook

He get 6 slugs he think he thug

Baby I'm stressing

Come give me a hug

How I'm full hatred

But get so much love

Shoutout Hitsquad

R.I.P to Blood

Would've said fuck my ex

But he ain't gon step

Nigga you a bitch

Let's leave it at that

Can't play with my top

I don't do the cap

You put up a front

I go through the back

You play the pussy

Then I get the strap like

Grraaaaaaahhhhhhhhh

Bitch where you at

Preezy be on different shit

Big nigga but a little bitch

He woke up and chose violence

So I hit him with a mental clip

You might think I'm holllin

Nah I'm honest boy

You just a trick

Gang walked in the club

I got a cup

But I ain't drinking it

Ok maybe a lil bit

But I spot opps

Can't get too lit

Yo bitch wipe me down

And you a clown

If you don't benefit

It get foul when I'm around

Turn they nose up

Cause I been the shit

Bet they all get down

If I turn the nose up

And blow this bitch

Fuck these hoes they be messy

Selling pussy and it's stretchy

Talk that shit

But won't address me

Just up TECS

Don't do the texting

Can't nan one of these hoes

Stress me out

They can only eat me out

You ain't even eating

Tell me how the fuck

We beefin child

It's a lot of mumbles whenever

They see Lil Preez around

Protected when I'm steppin

You know that

I keep them B's around

And I got some G's around

Blue Hunnits so them C's around

They hurt that they can't

Be around

Nobody real in

So they leave me out

Fuck yo feelings like

Fuck this hook

Know a bitch right now

Say he look he took

Take niggas steal hearts

She think she a crook

Fuck on that nigga

Make him bust like a jugg

If shit don't read

Turn you to a book

Got tired of not eating

I learned how to cook

He get 6 slugs he think he thug

Baby I'm stressing

Come give me a hug

How I'm full hatred

But get so much love

Shoutout Hitsquad

R.I.P to Blood

Would've said fuck my ex

But he ain't gon step

Nigga you a bitch

Let's leave it at that

Can't play with my top

I don't do the cap

You put up a front

I go through the back

You play the pussy

Then I get the strap like

Grraaaaaaahhhhhhhhh

Bitch where you at