No Hooks lyrics

[Verse]

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!

• Artist:Lud Foe
• Album:No Hooks (2016)