Gibby Gadget - No Hook (feat. Eli Flash) Lyrics

Know I'm allergic to fake shit anyway
Bro like the choppa I f*ck with the mini k
Whole lotta coppas gone rush imma get away
Pullup on feet and pull off inna getaway
Diamonds freezing cold
Niggas be singing like Keysha cole
Had to get me some cheese & dough
Them bullets uh stuff em like pizza rolls
You hit the road I hit hood
I Roll up a wood then I gotta jugg
I back out the pole and that's all it took
You need a show I'm already booked
Bitche please I know you a skeez she got on her knees i got in her throat
I cannot believe, you Niggas deceive, you pullup and freeze, you hitting the woah
We ain't bros, wen I see you ? nigga I want not can not be you
Off white onna jacket see through
Selling birds like American eagle
I get them bands wit me then I skrt
And all all of my mans wit me from the dirt
I keep a tan and a couple percs
You know Im alert imma score first you shitten me
Pour up a 4 and some Hennessy bitch on my body I can't let her get to me, look
Kick in ya door u a enemy mom crying and ya brother remember me, shook
Blood onna floor and its clipped for ya daughter if shawty go tryna go yell and scream
Getting money you ain't gotta ask me, still hopping out of niggas taxis GANG

Walk on a fast beat
Like I'm a athlete
Bet you won't pass me

Stuffing up baggies
Bagging the pack
And yes I am tax-ing

Give me the bag please
Spiral to flash

Like I'm
Quaterback-ing

Gibby too gabby
This ain't a gift
But Y'all fiending to have it
Put up a bounty

G.I.B. Starting the wave
And it's nasty

Bitches like splash me
Calling me daddy

Niggas be Guppies
Just swimming to catch me

Can't let 'em have me
Giving 'em havoc
This shit is tragic Chris

A nigga moms tried to bag the kid
I'd be wrong if I smashed and dipped
And left her open like a bag of chips

Childish hoes wanna nag the kid
To brag and shit
Touchy ass playing tag and shit
Lovey dovey cause the bag is here
Catching feelings for the cash and shit

Yea I know

You mad as shit
Only paying for your cab to dip
Wasn't playing when I said I'm player
You playing with me
Know I had to win

Westbrook
What I'm averaging
Best look
Who you challenging
Me and Flash
Made this shit up so fast
I think Left the hook out again

Hit the gas
Nigga lit up the crash

I'm finna blast
Count me down to ten

Hit of that
Make a nigga relax

We in the clouds
Looking down on them

Get the map
Can you see where we at

I'm seeing black
Yo what town we in

Bro I'm smacked
Kind of backwood is that

Just put me back
On the ground again

Pass it up
You could do what you want

Just let blunt
Go around again

Po' a cup
Till I'm throwing it up

We going up
Till I'm down again

Shittin' me