what hook?歌詞

what hook? (Explicit) - bbno$/Trippy tha Kid/Howl
Cut cut cut
Yes sir
Yes sir
You will be lait of you know
Is busy
If I am there
This a no money
That said you look
I have I have I have
Sippin' black s**t till I'm ratchet
Feel electric now I patch it
Got some granite now I crack it
Imma piggy bank clank clank
Hit my diamonds these girls wanna dance
Spot the chance got no pants
Where my dickhead and my pants ay
Cash out with a check got a nice girl that's a check
Cop some Nike cop a check
Ball too hard now in some debt
Got some nerf now you fret
Cough a lung I need some tacs
Skrr skrr skkr now I jet
F**k them xans I ain't no b***h yuh
Finna pay attention I'm your teacher in detention ay
Only do this rap s**t till I can cop myself pension ay
Why you flexing so hard boy
I think you got some tension ay
Play this game so well
I got you warming up the benches ay
Cat bat heavy net plastic bag until I'm dead
Tag what you said frat yo gang 'bout to end up dead
Med school pass school f**k that s**t I'm kinda cool
What I do fine it's true boy you think
I got time for you nah
Too too
Wow nah
Cut cut hey boy hey boy
It see this
To to
Throwing up the peace sign find me on the East side
We don't need no freak
No need no peace no pistol weak guy
B***h I'm on my heat my brand
New fleek gon' get you ordered on
I'm in the mood like ya'll you gotta do right
Boy get it right like all the time
I'm in the booth night time and
I'm zooming gooning ballooning under mine
B***h don't get in my way don't get in
My heart don't get in my vibe alright
I just wanna do me you gotta
Do you don't wanna lose all the vibes
F**kin' around you buddy buddy get
It dummy funny but we all the rhyme
This the key that gon' run
It don't f**k around with our money
This is the mood
We on the moon we boutta dip on the public
You better be wishin' you us don't wanna be freaky with us
You tryna be dissin'
On us you boutta get kicked in yo guts
The the the
This the only way to get across I swear to god
I'm passing blue team after blue team got
My mission in the trunk
I gotta walk around
My city with my shirt up like a scarf
Be'cause they see me and
They beat tryna kill me for the 'cause 'cause 'cause 'cause
I thought I thought
I thought
Yeah yeah yeah
Thank thank thank thank
Thank those bands or the man or catch those hands
Imma smack 'em with the handle
On my grip you want my s**t
Well b***h I'm mad as loud as a vandal
I'm so bad boy ran with the scandal
So much cash yeah howl got his hands full
Blow up quick blow up sets
Yeah I'm so lit like baby with a candle yeah
I don't really think about it I just make my moves
I've been grinding quick I'm sick
I'm with it hit it with my crew
Had the lit it hidden hit some city winning watchin' you
Tryna copy me I stop and
See you'll never cop my views nah
How you be with me and dip on the cruise
But bet that you'll hit me to get ya produce
Caught up to buisness to see how I move
But all of ya tracks got me hitting the snooze ay
Cooking up flavors all day
I see you craving and banging your plate
Savor the taste of the bangers I've made
I'm a major in flame gotta wave it away
Fan on my city I be whippin' through the limit
Drop a can down my leg will like
It's grippin' boy I'm swimmin'
All the land is my mission boy
I'm zippin' through and tripping
With the sauce that I be givin' finna floss
I'm finger lickin' yuh