Lyrics No Hook - J.I the Prince of N.Y

No Hook

If we come to collect what you owe, you gon' pay up
I’ll camp on ya block all night long and I’ll stay up
If I pass the rock to my dawg and he miss
I’ma send his ass back to the block to shoot lay ups
We shoot at niggas with my merchandise on so they know who did it
If they got footage, that’s just more promotion, I ain’t really trippin'
No, I don’t give a fuck, they gon' pay for that clearance
Might just hop out the cut just to make an appearance
I ain’t really picky, I take what they give me
Then give it right back and I go 'bout my business, that’s real
Couple thousand I blew on these sneakers
We gon' blow up they spot if they sneak up
niggas losin' they spot tryna keep up
Y’all know who my bitch, don’t get killed tryna creep up
I walk around like I’m goated
Fuck who the hottest, y’all know who the coldest
My dawg got a chain 'round his neck 'cause he stole it
Just gave him a cameo just to promote it
I’m at the edge if you wanna push me
Lower the price on his head since we know he pussy
Up to is how you gotta look
Gotta send half in advance if you trynna book me
Please, don’t stand too close
Boo, just hopped out a brand new ghost
Chrome on the sleeves, I rock it to cover my heart
Ice blue, my shit cold
Pulled up to the hood just to hear I’m too famous
Expressions on they face reveal the hatred
Y’all not allowed in this section
They only give special treatments to the gangsters
These withdrawals got me anxious
We could brawl if you dangerous
Killin' off who he hang with
«Yo, that’s not him right there?»
Sent a couple shots through his bird chest
Then I send the hawks to go flock at his bird nest
Was fuckin' with a bad ting last week
Small world, who would’ve thought I got the drop from his girlfriend?
Waited my turn, had to patiently watch
On a different timing, took the face off the watch
Couple goons in the whip
We trynna see how he protect that location he dropped
Since I’m disrespectful, I’ma disrespect you when I want to
No, you’re not my bitch, don’t pull up unexpected when you want to
Who got ya block in a choke hold?
Stomp out a opp if he ask for a photo
Damn, please don’t get blood on the logo
Might just start head tappin' niggas for promo
I got ninety-nine problems and grudges
Won’t find me for nothing, I pop out the blue
If me and you got any problems, we not gon' discuss it
If I’m poppin' out, it’s to shoot
Please, no tears on my grave
No love here, go that way
And it’s G Starr, the label verse anybody
That’s for anybody with no clue
Yeah, gotta watch for the leeches
I got blood on my sneakers from steppin' on everyone face
Jesus, I see they trynna keep up with me, just speed up the pace
I throw racks on that body to boost up her mood
Not just anybody could do what I do
I’m a big dude, different breed
Give 'em twenty four, see if they last in these shoes