No Hook (True Story) lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Intro]
Drako! (rraow)
Soulja (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Skrrt, skrrt (euh)
Gang (yeah)
Drako!

[Verse]
Pop out with draco, run up the pesos
Pint by the bottle, they callin' my Chapo
I ride the Lambo like I hit the lotto
I'm smokin' cookies and sellin' gelato
I know that most of these n*ggas be fake
pus*y ass n*gga get hit with the K
I'm gettin' money, the f*ck out my face
I walk in the trap and I pour up a eight
I catch a quarter million Bentley truck
Whippin' my wrist in the pot, I don't give a f*ck
Wish a n*gga well, gotta go double up
Left wrist Rolex, sixty thousand for my sh*t it's frozen up
Red beam on their head, I'ma hit em up
Drop yo location, n*gga let's go get it up
Bust down on a bracelet
Fifty thousand for my jeweler, spent it, I ain't give no f*ck
Young Drako n*gga, you know I'm real n*gga
Young Drako n*gga you know I be trappin', my n*gga
Young Drako run through the millions
Young Drako stack up money to the ceiling, my n*gga
Had to go get a ticket
Most of these n*ggas be really b*tches
Twin-Turbo when I skrrt this sh*t too the limit
Catch me in the trap, n*gga I'm whippin' fishes
Okay, but that's another story, back to this trap sh*t
In the trenches, put a hundred thousand in my mattress
f*ck with Drako, b*tch you know I'm bout action
Make the wrong move, then my n*gga start clappin'
You want a pint of drink, you know that I tax you
I'm the CEO of Money Gang, and n*gga we blastin'
Hop in the Rari, and skrrt in that Aston
White Maserati, same color as Casper
Jump in the foreign, you know it go faster
A hundred b*tches on my P, just like Master
Brand new Rari, man I don't do the masda
Ooh I meant Mazda, ooh I'm eatin' lobsters
Hundred dollar Gucci shirt, I pop collar
Thousand dollar gold bottle, I pop it
Big draco on me, I don't gotta c*ck it
I put a hundred bricks in helicopters
This sh*t ain't got no hook, but I'm steady goin'
Stand in that trap, and I'm makin' it storm
Tornado whip my wrist, I f*ck up my arm
Two-tone Cuban link, I switch up the charm
I walk in that club, and they ring an alarm
I'm seeing a junkie, I'm servin' the bomb
Giuseppe my toes, I do that for fun
I f*ck on yo b*tch while I'm grippin' my gun
I'm throwin' blue hundreds, I don't throw the ones
I walk in that club, the strippers like "ooh, here he come"
Hop out the Rari with hundred round drum
Young Drako n*gga, you know where I'm from
Young Drako n*gga, came straight out the slums
Young Drako play with the pots, and the bricks, and the bon
I'm in yo b*tch mouth, right on her tongue
n*gga want beef, it's filet mignon
I ride in the Rover, I'm mixin' the soda
They call me Young Drako, they call me Young Soulja
Earring right, boulder
Left ring, half quarter
Bust down, new Rollie
This b*tch actin' like she know me
VVS, out the water
Young Drako, n*gga I'm f*ckin' yo daughter
Malibu noble, you know that
I rock new designer, I don't do the throwback
When you get money, you don't gotta show that
I see the Police, I'm runnin' a four flat
I'm hoppin' the gate
Most of these n*ggas, you know that they fake
It ain't my birthday but you know I'm gettin' to the cake
I put the Yacht right by the lake
Hit from the back, bust on her face
[Outro]
Young Drako, n*gga
Stacks On Deck Money Gang, Palm Tree Entertainment
Gang, Gang, Gang
SODMG
Yeah, uh
Skrrt
Drako
Yeah
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