No Hook

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Energy made this one
Don't do it to him
He ain't die, God was with him, he got mine for sure
Shoot the Drake from the waist down like it's rock and roll

Living check to check, you dropping $50 on the hoes
40 making niggas lean back, I know you thought a joe
While you buy a pint to drop a deuce, at least drop a four
Cracking niggas eggs all year, you gotta mop the floor

Stash 20 in the basement ceiling, got me moving slow
Put the diamond tester on your chain and it tested broke
Put the diamond tester on my chain and it tested broke
Stuffing dick all down her throat just to watch her choke

Mixing Luna with the dusse I feel like I'm finna float
Still rolling wood after wood, like where the splitter go
You ever seen a half a mil cash? That's what I wanna know
Pretty young OG, I need a feat when he hit the dough

Glock made you sign your life away, Glock master P
We in the D with 200 bows, that's 20 bows a piece
When it's beef, I'm on your ass, you don't get no peace
I just fucked this little bitch raw, now my dick can't sleep

Better stop begging me for weed, you'll have PCP
Bitch sold the bag, she thick as hell with some big teeth
Drip on the regular, but it ain't for show
Dirty ass nigga, broke as hell, go sell your pole

Flash of 2020's ain't shit, nigga, up a roll
Blow a 12-gauge through the window, you better duck a roll
Stop me a traffic to  chop it up, now your whip gone
Better catch this wave, stop the taxi, get a lift home

Posted at the Cribs for the opps, dressed like a gnome
I only shot once, now I sent bullets stuck in his dome
Fun's over fun, I'm having fun cause I got funds
3.5  in every backwood, you know my lungs done

You just  drop the wood, don't call her bitch, we finna have a son
You rocking all the CDG and bape, nigga, with no funds
Hole in your top, like I'm buying a Capri Sun
Paid by the fifth, I had Capri send you to the sun

It's only me and me, lil' nigga, it's only one of one
If my nigga losing I think fast, ain't no one and ones
I hit her once, I'm done
Catch him lacking, shoot him when he run

75 shots, now he got cent like a honey bun
But holes in his neck, so when he drink, he don't get none
Shoot that nigga eyes into his mouth, so he can watch his tongue
12 gauge to anybody, back up, blow out your lungs

Rubbing on her ass, she sucking dick cause she think it's fun
Bust on her face, now she glazed like a honey bun
12 gauge around, but you know that's not the only gun
Don't do it to him

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Written by: Rucci Red

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