Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Hook, artist - Demon
Date of issue: 22.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Hook |
Back down and my pack loud, know how I do it |
Check my influence, only rats I know in sewers |
Been a hustler forever get upon my feet, get into it |
And I never walk, if money talk I’m so fluent |
My bank account got plenty digits, I’m in the sixes |
And a couple hitters that don’t give fuck 'bout no witness |
If my album ever flop, I hit the block and get to flippin' |
But who I’m kidding' now tip that bitch a million |
Long as niggas wanna buy it, I’m just go continue dealin' |
Marble in the floor, chandeliers up on the ceilin' |
Cute bitch but my money look better |
Whether it’s this rap shit or this trap shit, I’m all about my cheddar |
Big fin is like switch dig, got a dog house in my back yard |
Stash in like Frank Lucas and plus I got this fat wad |
Plenty cake, we eat just like a fat broad |
Plenty wait and I’m tryna to get this black card |
And presence I hate them, model bitches, I date them |
Never catch me slipping we got plenty Clippers like Blake and them |
Ball plan, I made you leave, all the leaves I’m raking in |
So many losers, I’m just start to think that you hate to win |
Fendi belt I don’t need help, diamonds black as my car tint |
Fuck her with this bank you see my arms waving like Carlton |
OG mixed with Irene is the car sin |
Don’t fuck with jakes but I got pigs in my apartment |
Lets get it Lil Herb, 150 |
Going in man |
YP, what up, broski |
Bitch I’m too cool, super cold |
Your neck and wrist piece super old |
Bitches texting me, tryna' sex the D |
So I bring 'em out like the super bowl |
And I’m racked up, I be spazzing out |
Hit the Louie Store when I’m cashing out |
Got a lot of dogs and they trained to go |
Caught some wrist and cane and I pass 'em out |
Yeah I do my thing on the money tip |
So these bitches wanna be my honey dip |
And these bitches always on some other shit |
So I be focused on my brother ship |
This NLMB, got some wild hoes |
They NLMG let the cals blow |
It’s just me and YP puffin loud smoke |
In the S.R.T lettin' mows flow |
We gone, do the dash on the bitch |
In the club wild out, throw some cash on the bitch |
If a nigga wild out, get the last of the clip |
Bubble put the hammer in the stash, in the whip |
And I gotta smoke dos from my last on the shit |
If I ever go broke I’ma spazz on the bitch |
Mask up go poke, go ransom as shit |
Ho’s see my videos say I’m handsome as shit |
Tryna' to wife a pretty ho, I done ran through the bitch |
Me and my squad |
In that new Benz like a free handed park |
I got old bands, money just standing tall |
Count so much cash I need three hands to ball |
Count so much cash I need three hands to ball |
Make a nigga bitch fuck me and my dogs |
Kick her ass out I know she plan on calling, she plan on calling |