Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Hook?, artist - bbno$.
Date of issue: 09.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What Hook? |
Sippin black shit, till I’m ratchet |
Feel electric, now I patch it |
Got some granite, now I crack it |
Imma piggy bank, clank clank |
Hit my diamonds these girls wanna dance |
Spot the chance got no pants |
Where my dickhead and my pants, ay |
Cash out with a check, got a nice girl that’s a check |
Cop some Nike, cop a check |
Ball too hard now in some debt |
Got some nerf now you fret |
Cough a lung I need some tacs |
Skrr Skrr Skkr now I jet |
Fuck them xans I ain’t no bitch, yuh |
Finna pay attention I’m your teacher in detention, ay |
Only do this rap shit till I can cop myself pension, ay |
Why you flexing so hard boy I think you got some tension, ay |
Play this game so well I got you warming up the benches, ay |
Cat, bat, heavy net, plastic bag until I’m dead |
Tag, what you said, frat, yo gang 'bout to end up dead |
Med school, pass school, fuck that shit I’m kinda cool |
What I do, fine it’s true, boy you think I got time for you, nah |
Throwing up the peace sign, find me on the East side |
We don’t need no freak, no need, no peace, no pistol, weak guy |
Bitch I’m on my heat, my brand new fleek gon' get you ordered on |
I’m in the mood like ya’ll you gotta do right |
Boy get it right like all the time |
I’m in the booth, night time and I’m zooming, gooning, ballooning, under mine |
Bitch don’t get in my way, don’t get in my heart, don’t get in my vibe, alright |
I just wanna do me, you gotta do you, don’t wanna lose all the vibes |
Fuckin' around you buddy buddy get it dummy funny but we all the rhyme |
This the key that gon' run it, don’t fuck around with our money |
This is the mood we on the moon, we boutta dip on the public |
You better be wishin' you us, don’t wanna be freaky with us |
You tryna be dissin' on us, you boutta get kicked in yo guts |
This the only way to get across I swear to god |
I’m passing blue team after blue team, got my mission in the trunk |
I gotta walk around my city with my shirt up like a scarf |
Because they see me and they beat tryna kill me for the cause |
Thank those bands or the man or catch those hands |
Imma smack 'em with the handle on my grip you want my shit |
Well bitch I’m mad as loud as a vandal |
I’m so bad boy ran with the scandal |
So much cash yeah Howl got his hands full |
Blow up quick, blow up sets |
Yeah I’m so lit like Baby with a candle yeah |
I don’t really think about it I just make my moves |
I’ve been grinding quick, I’m sick, I’m with it, hit it with my crew |
Had the lit, it hidden hit some city winning, watchin' you |
Tryna copy me I stop and see you’ll never cop my views, nah |
How you be with me and dip on the cruise |
But bet that you’ll hit me to get ya produce |
Caught up to buisness to see how I move |
But all of ya tracks got me hitting the snooze, ay |
Cooking up flavors all day, I see you craving and banging your plate |
Savor the taste of the bangers I’ve made |
I’m a major in flame gotta wave it away |
Fan on my city I be whippin' through the limit |
Drop a can down my leg will like it’s grippin' boy I’m swimmin' |
All the land is my mission boy I’m zippin' through and tripping |
With the sauce that I be givin' finna floss I’m finger lickin' yuh |