Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Hook (True Story), artist - Soulja Boy. Album song Young Drako, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Palm Tree Entertainment, SODMG
Song language: English
No Hook (True Story) |
Pop out with draco, run up the pesos |
Pint by the bottle, they callin' my Chapo |
I ride the Lambo like I hit the lotto |
I’m smokin' cookies and sellin' gelato |
I know that most of these niggas be fake |
Pussy ass nigga get hit with the K |
I’m gettin' money, the fuck out my face |
I walk in the trap and I pour up a eight |
I catch a quarter million Bentley truck |
Whippin' my wrist in the pot, I don’t give a fuck |
Wish a nigga well, gotta go double up |
Left wrist Rolex, sixty thousand for my shit it’s frozen up |
Red beam on their head, I’ma hit em up |
Drop yo location, nigga let’s go get it up |
Bust down on a bracelet |
Fifty thousand for my jeweler, spent it, I ain’t give no fuck |
Young Drako nigga, you know I’m real nigga |
Young Drako nigga you know I be trappin', my nigga |
Young Drako run through the millions |
Young Drako stack up money to the ceiling, my nigga |
Had to go get a ticket |
Most of these niggas be really bitches |
Twin-Turbo when I skrrt this shit too the limit |
Catch me in the trap, nigga I’m whippin' fishes |
Okay, but that’s another story, back to this trap shit |
In the trenches, put a hundred thousand in my mattress |
Fuck with Drako, bitch you know I’m bout action |
Make the wrong move, then my nigga start clappin' |
You want a pint of drink, you know that I tax you |
I’m the CEO of Money Gang, and nigga we blastin' |
Hop in the Rari, and skrrt in that Aston |
White Maserati, same color as Casper |
Jump in the foreign, you know it go faster |
A hundred bitches on my P, just like Master |
Brand new Rari, man I don’t do the masda |
Ooh I meant Mazda, ooh I’m eatin' lobsters |
Hundred dollar Gucci shirt, I pop collar |
Thousand dollar gold bottle, I pop it |
Big draco on me, I don’t gotta cock it |
I put a hundred bricks in helicopters |
This shit ain’t got no hook, but I’m steady goin' |
Stand in that trap, and I’m makin' it storm |
Tornado whip my wrist, I fuck up my arm |
Two-tone Cuban link, I switch up the charm |
I walk in that club, and they ring an alarm |
I’m seeing a junkie, I’m servin' the bomb |
Giuseppe my toes, I do that for fun |
I fuck on yo bitch while I’m grippin' my gun |
I’m throwin' blue hundreds, I don’t throw the ones |
I walk in that club, the strippers like «ooh, here he come» |
Hop out the Rari with hundred round drum |
Young Drako nigga, you know where I’m from |
Young Drako nigga, came straight out the slums |
Young Drako play with the pots, and the bricks, and the bon |
I’m in yo bitch mouth, right on her tongue |
Nigga want beef, it’s filet mignon |
I ride in the Rover, I’m mixin' the soda |
They call me Young Drako, they call me Young Soulja |
Earring right, boulder |
Left ring, half quarter |
Bust down, new Rollie |
This bitch actin' like she know me |
VVS, out the water |
Young Drako, nigga I’m fuckin' yo daughter |
Malibu noble, you know that |
I rock new designer, I don’t do the throwback |
When you get money, you don’t gotta show that |
I see the Police, I’m runnin' a four flat |
I’m hoppin' the gate |
Most of these niggas, you know that they fake |
It ain’t my birthday but you know I’m gettin' to the cake |
I put the Yacht right by the lake |
Hit from the back, bust on her face |
Young Drako, nigga |
Stacks On Deck Money Gang, Palm Tree Entertainment |
Gang, Gang, Gang |
SODMG |
Yeah, uh |
Skrrt |
Drako |
Yeah |