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#NOHOOK (feat. PCXIX) Video (MV)




Performed By: Broke God
Language: English
Length: 3:50
Written by: Asa Reeves, Clarence Gass




Broke God - #NOHOOK (feat. PCXIX) Lyrics
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Beat got no hook cause I really be spittin
I'm in the trap with a scale in the kitchen
F*ck wit me wrong and get hit wit the mitten
Niggas is pussy, they cap for the kitten aye
I'm pulling up in a truck, you see a mask then yo ass better duck
Aye duck cause I'm stealing yo bread
Abraham Lincoln get shot in the head
Shot in the head like a book you get read like the 70's show you been talking to fez aye
I got that shit from the flame, f*ck wit my nigga I'm crossing yo name
Crossin yo name like I'm A I, you won't be straight like a gay guy
You said you trap and that A lie
You only in school sellin moon pies aye
Why you got lie bout the hustle
Try to be street and get turned to a bubble
Pop Pop Pop Pop
Heat yo ass up like a pot aye
My niggas hard like a cock
You niggas be workin for Lott
We just be trappin a lot
I sleep yo ass like a cot aye
I sleep yo ass like I sell a mattress
I don't wear hats cause I'm never cappin
I just move neon that's always slappin
I just done ran up a check of trappin
This shit done turned my heart cold oh
None of my money is old no
It's goin back to the trap
I send 2 hunnid and make it right back
Niggas like cap, couldn't be me
They say I'm the realest, the best on a beat
I look at the sky, that's where I'm gon be
Said point at a star, yup that's me
But aye, I want that fame
I cant f*cking wit none of you lames
But if you f*cking wit me, you get heat
Pull up on you wit bats, step on you with cleats
Yup I'm fresh of the block
Take his head off if he wanna be opp
I need to focus, cuz I'm in the trap
But know that there's more than just dick in my lap
If I want ya bitch, I just say gimme
Cuz I know she like the way that I shimmy
Making them moves all round my city
Y'all niggas is dumb, I'm smart and I'm witty
I smoke too much gas, keep losing my flickers
I'm hitting the woods like a boxer off liquor
Pour up some canna, add more make it thicker
I'm chasing the bag through the grass and the stickers
I'm not PG i don't f*ck wit no censors
I was so bad i got kicked outta Spencer's
Trappin' is super, call me an avenger
If you need it I got it, young ace the dispenser
Dropping the bag?! couldn't be me
Just like them cookies, ain't take it for free
Cuz I'm bout my money, like banks bout they green
P.T.M gang, run with the kings
Flippin' to eat
Like I'm makin' burgers
It's free Melly b, got mind on my murder
Pull up like the flash, i shoot for the cash
Like donkey in Shrek, leave you on your ass neutron I blast
You little niggas is cartoons
Colorful rats sippin' slow like the turtles
Talk like a bitch nigga might wear a girdle
If iss bout that money I jump like a hurdle
I jump out the whip and I blow like a flute
Blowin that gas and I'm selling it too
Lit wit the neon and cold wit no Freon
You A/C your girl she's a fan of the crew
Clean at the bottom I might be shoe
Stingy wit money iss Broke God the jew
Keep toilet paper you know what I do
Like I'm workin' fast food how I serve you the 2
Serve it up quick, tennis
I move all the racket and bounce
I came off the quarter and ounce
You play like a pussy I pounce
Don't do with that lion about
I pull out the glizzy and silence your mout'
I pull out the glizzy get fished like a trout
Back on this beat like I'm beatin' some pussy
Lil nigga get beat cuz he was a pussy
Cap for some ass but only get pictures
Yea I came from the woods, but I'm stayin with swishers
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Beat got no hook cause I really be spittin
I'm in the trap with a scale in the kitchen
F*ck wit me wrong and get hit wit the mitten
Niggas is pussy, they cap for the kitten aye
I'm pulling up in a truck, you see a mask then yo ass better duck
Aye duck cause I'm stealing yo bread
Abraham Lincoln get shot in the head
Shot in the head like a book you get read like the 70's show you been talking to fez aye
I got that shit from the flame, f*ck wit my nigga I'm crossing yo name
Crossin yo name like I'm A I, you won't be straight like a gay guy
You said you trap and that A lie
You only in school sellin moon pies aye
Why you got lie bout the hustle
Try to be street and get turned to a bubble
Pop Pop Pop Pop
Heat yo ass up like a pot aye
My niggas hard like a cock
You niggas be workin for Lott
We just be trappin a lot
I sleep yo ass like a cot aye
I sleep yo ass like I sell a mattress
I don't wear hats cause I'm never cappin
I just move neon that's always slappin
I just done ran up a check of trappin
This shit done turned my heart cold oh
None of my money is old no
It's goin back to the trap
I send 2 hunnid and make it right back
Niggas like cap, couldn't be me
They say I'm the realest, the best on a beat
I look at the sky, that's where I'm gon be
Said point at a star, yup that's me
But aye, I want that fame
I cant f*cking wit none of you lames
But if you f*cking wit me, you get heat
Pull up on you wit bats, step on you with cleats
Yup I'm fresh of the block
Take his head off if he wanna be opp
I need to focus, cuz I'm in the trap
But know that there's more than just dick in my lap
If I want ya bitch, I just say gimme
Cuz I know she like the way that I shimmy
Making them moves all round my city
Y'all niggas is dumb, I'm smart and I'm witty
I smoke too much gas, keep losing my flickers
I'm hitting the woods like a boxer off liquor
Pour up some canna, add more make it thicker
I'm chasing the bag through the grass and the stickers
I'm not PG i don't f*ck wit no censors
I was so bad i got kicked outta Spencer's
Trappin' is super, call me an avenger
If you need it I got it, young ace the dispenser
Dropping the bag?! couldn't be me
Just like them cookies, ain't take it for free
Cuz I'm bout my money, like banks bout they green
P.T.M gang, run with the kings
Flippin' to eat
Like I'm makin' burgers
It's free Melly b, got mind on my murder
Pull up like the flash, i shoot for the cash
Like donkey in Shrek, leave you on your ass neutron I blast
You little niggas is cartoons
Colorful rats sippin' slow like the turtles
Talk like a bitch nigga might wear a girdle
If iss bout that money I jump like a hurdle
I jump out the whip and I blow like a flute
Blowin that gas and I'm selling it too
Lit wit the neon and cold wit no Freon
You A/C your girl she's a fan of the crew
Clean at the bottom I might be shoe
Stingy wit money iss Broke God the jew
Keep toilet paper you know what I do
Like I'm workin' fast food how I serve you the 2
Serve it up quick, tennis
I move all the racket and bounce
I came off the quarter and ounce
You play like a pussy I pounce
Don't do with that lion about
I pull out the glizzy and silence your mout'
I pull out the glizzy get fished like a trout
Back on this beat like I'm beatin' some pussy
Lil nigga get beat cuz he was a pussy
Cap for some ass but only get pictures
Yea I came from the woods, but I'm stayin with swishers
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Writer: Asa Reeves, Clarence Gass
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