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ynw melly - no hook lyrics

[intro: jgreen]
uh, uh, uh, uh
ow, ow, ow
hola, yeah, yeah, yo
f_ck them n_ggas talkin’ bout

[verse 1: jgreen]
3 in the morning, a n_gga layin’ in your bushes
’boutta take your cookies, meant all that flaggin’ and that woofin’
got my gloves on, mask on, my strap tight
been booted up, and i been rolling all night
no try to buck my joint, ’cause sh_t gon’ really light, get crucial
and don’t get stupid, just lay it down, act like you cool
boy i need it all
strip a n_gga to his socks, keep a thirty, i’m only shooting headshots
i swing the glock, i really light a n_gga block
boy you need to stop, we know for real you ain’t hot
i’ma act a donkey, i’ma get ratchet with the banger
n_ggas coolin’ and febreze ’til a n_gga come stank ’em, stank him
i’ll stank a n_gga quick, glizzy got a poolstick
huh, melly say “boy let’s hit”, uh, yeah
be ’boutta take a n_gga sh_t, jump in the bucket
mind made, i’m screaming “f_ck it”
i’ma get to dumpin’, out the window, i got it humpin’
we gon’ keep it coming
hunnid shots, you know they jumping
it ain’t no face, so you know it ain’t no case
lil’ n_gga outta line, we gotta put him in his place
and don’t play, these streets they ain’t no f_cking game
ain’t no lil’ wayne, they know i keep a fire flame
yeah, ay, they know i keep that fire flame
[verse 2: ynw melly]
b_tch you know i keep that fire flame
b_l_double o_d, that’s my gang
a f_ck n_gga could never sn_tch my chain
riding in the [?] with the seven switching lanes, ha
you don’t want no beef n_gga
you on the sidewalk b_tch, i’m a street n_gga
miami, yeah i got that heat n_gga
i’m shooting at your face, not your f_cking beef
they sent me to the gram, i was busting in school
i’m still the same n_gga who made the news
so please do not f_ck with me, if you a fool
boy, you know that i’ma use it too
and i got a new glock, it’s so beautiful
we gon’ up the glock, ooh, wait, no
we do not beef with up computers, dude
we just pull up in all black just like real shooters do

[verse 3: yg cash]
pullin’ up in all black like real shooters do
p_ssy n_ggas talk sh_t, they can’t abuse me dude
got the glizzy on my waist, yeah, keep up my pants
don’t need no gucci on my waist, yeah i’m counting them bands
this money all up in my denims and i’m rollin’
yo baby momma wanna f_ck me ’cause i’m ‘portant
i’m smoking on that gas, opp tain is potent
these n_ggas talking but these n_ggas, they don’t know it
i’m rolling on the f_cking jigga, yeah i’m rolling
the molly got a n_gga eyes wide open
bad b_tch suck d_ck, yeah she throat it
young n_gga get bricks, yeah rolling
money came up from nothing, now a n_gga be stunting
i came from rags to riches, and now i got all these hunnids
i fell in love with this gun, i fell in love with this money
now i’m getting this check
now i’m stacking the money, yeah

- ynw melly lyrics

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