No Hook lyrics

[Intro]
(Haha, haha)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I don't wanna talk, lil' freak, give me neck (Uh)
One day I'ma have a million dollars, I'ma flex (Uh)
Baby, are you loyal? I'ma put you through the test (Urp)
I can see myself fly as f*ck on a jet (Uh)
Damn, you a ref? You be grippin' on that TEC? (Uh)
n*gga don't wear Nike, you can't even get no check (Uh)
My bro in a hotel with that 'Vette (Uh)
Swing through with that stick like I'm playin' for the Nets (Nets)
These n*ggas, they be tellin', they'll kill you by that b*tch (Bah)
I ain't been poppin' Percs lately, I been sick (Yeah)
n*gga, what? You gay? You been all up on my di*k (Hey)
Just got a bad b*tch I want, oh sh*t
Just like Joel, in the room with a sixer (Come on)
Just got some pills and some liquor, I'm a mixer (Uh)
You don't got no money, you a bum, bullsh*tter (Uh)
That n*gga got hit up with that sh*t, bet that sh*t hurt (Oh)
I ain't even mean to break your heart, no, your heart hurt
You can't change a ho into a wife, gotta stop hers
Swing through his block, he in the ground, then you reverse
b*tch, I'm a pro with this tool like some reverb
I'ma hit that b*tch with my di*k like I have her
I was gettin' head from this freak, then I hit the curb
Slime a n*gga out for that bread like I'm big one (What?)
Been there teachin' f*ck n*gga a lesson like I got a son (Ayy, ayy)
[Chorus]
Smoke for the low
Smoke for the low (Ayy, smoke)
Smoke for the low (Smoke)
Smoke for the low, this some smoke for the low
Smoke for the low, this some smoke for the low

[Verse 2]
In the backseat gettin' neck from your ho (Yeah)
I won't sip no green, goddamn, gotta go (Yeah)
Step, step, step, 'til your feel it in your toe (Keep steppin')
Add a n*gga up like I can't even do a show (Oh)

[Interlude]
Yeah
He ain't even gotta stress 'bout sh*t, n*gga go hard for real
Run that sh*t back, n*gga

[Verse 3]
Don't nobody even know your name, you a square, n*gga (Yeah)
When you catch a body, you a snitch, go'n tell, n*gga (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
My n*gga locked up right now with that cell, n*gga (No cap)
Man, f*ck 12, free my n*ggas out that cell, man (Yeah)
Tay, you my brother, swear to God, b*tch, we goin' up (Yeah)
I don't drink lean, but I get rich (Yeah), b*tch, I'm blowin' up (Yeah)
You n*ggas be weird, I can't be around that fake sh*t (Uh, yeah)
b*tch ate me up so bad (Ayy), soak some plate sh*t (Yeah)