No Hook lyrics

[Intro]
(That Mikey's crazy)
(Dollaz)

[Verse 1]
Bronx n*gga got lit
Couple hunnid milli so, clutching on a pole tryna go legit
My heart been cold ever since a jit
Drip on my toes, Louis V the fit
Too slick, one the greatest he can't miss
Run up n*gga bold, trauma got me swift
Plus I'm on the road gotta keep a stick
Benjis all in my pockets with a couple heads on my list
Everywhere we on sh*t, feel a threat and bro gon' fire off rip
Why these n*ggas mad? Probably 'bout a b*tch
While I'm popping tags, living how you wish
Call it glass when a n*gga swish
We gon' kill your ass when we see you slip
Love the nelly like the Rick, every time you see me I be in that sh*t
Lambo' engine it go vroom, all of a sudden, everybody on my di*k
I don't give a f*ck about a thot, like I give no f*ck about a opp
I don't give a f*ck about a n*gga, end of day I'm clutching on this Glock
n*ggas in they bag, they be mad
Jaytee bussin' gas 'cause he gas, free that n*gga Spazz I want see you crash
Dummy I just laugh, 'cause he ass
For that sh*t he rap, 'cause he cap
Ain't no going back once it's that
They want see me dead, never gave a f*ck
Tell him, "suck a cat," come attack
[Verse 2]
Woke up, f*ck it on that bullsh*t
I was fourteen, walking with my full clip
I don't know a opp, that can ten toes down, say that I ain't never pull sh*t
Just a product running through them trenches
n*gga police out there hopping fences
Got this money now and I'm relentless
Was just feeding n*ggas on the benches
Clutch so fly, numbers going up so high
Rich so I'ma talk my sh*t, platform bussin' hush no why
Know these n*ggas mad, so mad, probably 'cause his b*tch on my
Money got my wrist on bling, walking with this switch on die

[Verse 3]
Barely ever do the politicking push up on me, I'ma let my gun off
Canceled booking n*ggas spun off, all the extra sh*t because you wanna run off
Homie in the club, probably throwing dubs, I heard Christmas you ain't even hit your son off
I’m the type to slap a rapper or a streamer n*gga, f*ck round get you done off
Anyway I'm rich I do the sh*t I wanna, tell him Trench Kid get the munna
n*gga tryna box 'cause he hot, last one tried some stupid sh*t I think he dumber
Lotta n*ggas woofing, we know
Keep that sh*t where ever we go
.40 get to dumping, I'ma have these n*ggas ducking like a desert eagle (Oh)

[Outro]
Change ways I try, I try, I try (I, I)
Sometimes I try, I try, I try (I)
Roll in the sky, they force me to cry
Know no letting up til they die-ie (Brrt)