Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Hook , by - JayDaYoungan. Song from the album The Real Jumpman 23, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.11.2017
Record label: Ruffwayy
Song language: English
No Hook |
| Man y’all know what the fuck it was before it even started |
| 2 times |
| RuffWayy on gang |
| The Real Jumpman 23 shit |
| Young nigga |
| I was born to go and get the cake |
| 18 years old I was born to make a way |
| Lil nigga |
| But there’s plenty shit stay on my plate |
| Every night I gotta grind and see a better day |
| Ain’t nobody perfect but I just wanna be great |
| Chew a perc and sip the lean and then I meditate |
| Twist the leaf and light the green and now I’m outer space |
| Ain’t no more room in my circle shit I’m outta space |
| Ain’t no remorse for a pussy if he tryna play |
| Famous gon leave him where he stay soon as he squeeze the K |
| And that’s on foe you gotta go bitch you go meet the grave |
| Just praying for my dawg hoping that he beat the case |
| Look at the blunt when I hit it like this shit might be laced |
| The way I’m strapped up with them dicks they say he might be gay |
| Kill all 6 with the stick and this bitch can slice yo waist |
| Or use the .44 bulldog when this bitch bite yo face |
| (ughh) |
| I’m like you must wanna lose your life today |
| Load up them pistols with extendos then remove the license plate |
| Whip down with the cutta make it studder you die right away |
| Cancel any witness just so I won’t have to fight the case |
| Gamble with yo life don’t die tonight yeah that’s the price you pay |
| Sipping on that lean looking mean ain’t got shit nice to say |
| (ugh) |
| (ugh) |
| I said sipping on that lean looking mean ain’t got shit nice to say |
| Growin up in that south I had to go out and hustle |
| Shon my brother I love him came from the same struggle |
| I walk some long miles me and Famous just tryna bubble |
| I cry so many nights I shed some tears can fill a puddle |
| My heart turned cold like the freezer swear the shit made me tougher |
| Ain’t tryna go back to trapping on the block serving butter |
| Yeah I got people counting on me I can’t let em suffer |
| It’s only right I grind hard to take care of my mother |
| (ugh) |
| Cutta with a stomach where the bottom at |
| Gotta lotta money and I really know ain’t how to act |
| Don’t cross that line pussy bitch we gotta lotta straps |
| Ain’t hitting at yo legs bitch we focused on where yo collar at |
| Bitch you go needa pamper since yo ass been talking shit |
| Ima turn you into a dancer Glock burn like a pot of grits |
| Know I ain’t got no handles but I don’t know how to miss |
| They go think I had a camera how I’m shooting at yo shit |