Bro, this bass hittin like a motherf*ckin' gang
I ain't gon' cap Trev, This shit finna be hard as hell
Ayy, it hit like, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
I-I-I keep my ho' out the mix
Got your bitch and she eatin' my dick like a twix
Keep this shit on the low, we ain't takin' no pics
I just nut on her face, then she gave you a kiss
F*ck your bitch then, I'm passin' her off to my bro
Wanna talk all that shit, so we kickin' yo' door
I got money, but nigga, you know I want more
Now I'm f*ckin' her rough on the floor
Get to blowin', my nigga, I bet it's a hit
Steady sayin' my name, why you all on my dick
I wanna chase a nigga with a glock
What the f*ck do I look like tryna chase a bop
Me and Trev got your bitch, she tryna give us top
She was goin' until I told her she could stop
Got her screamin' my name, she soundin' like a fan
Had to send her back home, she thought I was her man
Tell her, baby, I'm nothin' to you but a friend
F*ck her rough, man, I'm breakin' her back like a can
Me and Trev finna blow, finna get us a deal
Break her back, now she eatin' me up like a meal
When we shoot through your door, we make your mama squeal
And I aim for the head, man, I shoot for the kill
Yeah, I shoot for the kill
I'm takin' this bitch and I'm watchin' her squeal
Duckin' on niggas just like I'm O'Neal
Girl be trippin', like, go take a pill
Switchin' the 5 for the 10 and that 10 to a 20
Laughin' at niggas like, shit is so funny
Big-Man like, my name is Shaq
Goin' so fast, I might go and crash
Damn, what happened
Takin' y'all bitch when y'all niggas was nappin'
Pick-six, big rich
Look at the ice from the neck to the wrist
Got the bag and I'm gettin' the checks
Lil' T and Zay, we comin' up next
Man, you really a bitch, why you got a strap
I ain't scared of no nigga who tough for the app
Heard he said he gon' kill me, that shit really cap
Sneak a peak at your girl, now she makin' it clap
Tryna stick with my money, you know how it go
Shout out London and shout out my young nigga, Jo
If you dissin' on them, then we makin' you go
Tie a rope on your neck, tryna see if you choke
Zay5ive - No Hook (feat. Lil T Sosa) Lyrics
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Bro, this bass hittin like a motherf*ckin' gang
I ain't gon' cap Trev, This shit finna be hard as hell
Ayy, it hit like, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
I-I-I keep my ho' out the mix
Got your bitch and she eatin' my dick like a twix
Keep this shit on the low, we ain't takin' no pics
I just nut on her face, then she gave you a kiss
F*ck your bitch then, I'm passin' her off to my bro
Wanna talk all that shit, so we kickin' yo' door
I got money, but nigga, you know I want more
Now I'm f*ckin' her rough on the floor
Get to blowin', my nigga, I bet it's a hit
Steady sayin' my name, why you all on my dick
I wanna chase a nigga with a glock
What the f*ck do I look like tryna chase a bop
Me and Trev got your bitch, she tryna give us top
She was goin' until I told her she could stop
Got her screamin' my name, she soundin' like a fan
Had to send her back home, she thought I was her man
Tell her, baby, I'm nothin' to you but a friend
F*ck her rough, man, I'm breakin' her back like a can
Me and Trev finna blow, finna get us a deal
Break her back, now she eatin' me up like a meal
When we shoot through your door, we make your mama squeal
And I aim for the head, man, I shoot for the kill
Yeah, I shoot for the kill
I'm takin' this bitch and I'm watchin' her squeal
Duckin' on niggas just like I'm O'Neal
Girl be trippin', like, go take a pill
Switchin' the 5 for the 10 and that 10 to a 20
Laughin' at niggas like, shit is so funny
Big-Man like, my name is Shaq
Goin' so fast, I might go and crash
Damn, what happened
Takin' y'all bitch when y'all niggas was nappin'
Pick-six, big rich
Look at the ice from the neck to the wrist
Got the bag and I'm gettin' the checks
Lil' T and Zay, we comin' up next
Man, you really a bitch, why you got a strap
I ain't scared of no nigga who tough for the app
Heard he said he gon' kill me, that shit really cap
Sneak a peak at your girl, now she makin' it clap
Tryna stick with my money, you know how it go
Shout out London and shout out my young nigga, Jo
If you dissin' on them, then we makin' you go
Tie a rope on your neck, tryna see if you choke
I ain't gon' cap Trev, This shit finna be hard as hell
Ayy, it hit like, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
I-I-I keep my ho' out the mix
Got your bitch and she eatin' my dick like a twix
Keep this shit on the low, we ain't takin' no pics
I just nut on her face, then she gave you a kiss
F*ck your bitch then, I'm passin' her off to my bro
Wanna talk all that shit, so we kickin' yo' door
I got money, but nigga, you know I want more
Now I'm f*ckin' her rough on the floor
Get to blowin', my nigga, I bet it's a hit
Steady sayin' my name, why you all on my dick
I wanna chase a nigga with a glock
What the f*ck do I look like tryna chase a bop
Me and Trev got your bitch, she tryna give us top
She was goin' until I told her she could stop
Got her screamin' my name, she soundin' like a fan
Had to send her back home, she thought I was her man
Tell her, baby, I'm nothin' to you but a friend
F*ck her rough, man, I'm breakin' her back like a can
Me and Trev finna blow, finna get us a deal
Break her back, now she eatin' me up like a meal
When we shoot through your door, we make your mama squeal
And I aim for the head, man, I shoot for the kill
Yeah, I shoot for the kill
I'm takin' this bitch and I'm watchin' her squeal
Duckin' on niggas just like I'm O'Neal
Girl be trippin', like, go take a pill
Switchin' the 5 for the 10 and that 10 to a 20
Laughin' at niggas like, shit is so funny
Big-Man like, my name is Shaq
Goin' so fast, I might go and crash
Damn, what happened
Takin' y'all bitch when y'all niggas was nappin'
Pick-six, big rich
Look at the ice from the neck to the wrist
Got the bag and I'm gettin' the checks
Lil' T and Zay, we comin' up next
Man, you really a bitch, why you got a strap
I ain't scared of no nigga who tough for the app
Heard he said he gon' kill me, that shit really cap
Sneak a peak at your girl, now she makin' it clap
Tryna stick with my money, you know how it go
Shout out London and shout out my young nigga, Jo
If you dissin' on them, then we makin' you go
Tie a rope on your neck, tryna see if you choke
Writer: Xavier Mills, Trevin Sims
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