Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Hooks , by - LUD FOE. Release date: 17.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Hooks |
| I post on that block, I was just a young bull |
| I was the smallest nigga with the biggest tool |
| I got niggas dry snitching, dropping interviews |
| I’m a street nigga, I don’t do subliminals |
| Grew up in the projects, bitch I hang with criminals |
| They get in yo grill, like a dentist with a bunch of tools |
| They be big bad wolves, they’ll blow ya house down! |
| Little Red Riding Hood, came to rob the whole town! |
| Margielas on my feet, selling white girl, Cinderella! |
| Hit the club, make it rain, don’t forget ya umbrella! |
| Cooking in that trap, got the stove on high |
| Niggas sneak dissing me, I expose those guys |
| You’d think I was the bakerman, how I serve those pies |
| That’s yo ass! |
| Boi, ya trash, I dispose those guys |
| Pinocchio, ya nose get broke if you believe those lies |
| He don’t want his bitch back, my whole gang done smashed |
| We just fuck hoes and dump em' like a cigar ash |
| I’m selling Mary Jane, got a bus load of that gas |
| You mug in the club, stomp a mudhole in yo ass! |
| I’m a shooting star, fuck a porn star, still drive a foreign car |
| Told the dealer lose the roof, so my bitch can see the stars |
| I get these hoes wet! |
| Call me wishin well |
| Wish ya well! |
| Niggas dissing on me, telling fairytales |
| Glowing like a Christmas tree, hoes singing Jingle Bells |
| I knock the meat out yo taco, bitch I got plenty shells |
| I went to jail, I made bail, then back home to that scale! |
| You dissing for some fame, you get hog-tied up! |
| Since we young street niggas, they gon' criticize us! |
| Posted on that block! |
| I was selling crack rocks! |
| Glock cocked, leave him in the desert by the pit stop |
| Gold rollie on my wrist, it’s a foreign watch |
| Take a nigga bitch, even if he was a cockblock |
| Trapping out the bando, why? |
| Cause the block hot |
| Pull up in that European, yea it cost a whole lot |
| My new bitch European, teach her how to work a pot |
| Work up straight drop, Flintstone, make a bed rock |
| Rap game ain’t shit to me, I got it in a head lock |
| These fucks niggas envy cause I made to the damn top |
| I’m on my Eazy-E shit, 64, droptop |
| I’m on some Mr. T shit, Cuban links, tank top |
| I’m not the one to beef with, we pulling up, sending shots |
| Built with that street shit, I fell in love with toting chops |
| With the extended clip, 30 shots, yup we call em' mops |
| Slidin on the opps, we do high speeds on the cops, BITCH! |