Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Hook, artist - JayDaYoungan. Album song The Real Jumpman 23, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |