Z Flow - No Hook Lyrics

When I when, When I When I
When I shoot my shot just know its a bucket, f*ck whippin the pot I know not to touch it
I brag a lot, her bag I bought, when I go to the top if your with me your lucky
Went from rockin a g shock, now I wanna buss down with no tick tock
Bad bitches fuss, but ion got time for the whine
But she dine on the dong and it give her ass lip lock
OG's had rhymes and lines on the paper, now we on smartphones iPhone my flavor
Shawty stay staring breaking her neck like I'm whippin McLaren
Slick narcissistic so you know I ain't caring
Stack all the dough to hell if I sharing unless its the fam my grandma is Sharon
Or a brotha from another mother free my nigga Aaron

Pac said realize, real eyes understand real lies
Why you so surprised thats you shaking fries
Bitter sweet sub tweets quoting thick thighs that they save lives
Follow them thots it gon be ya demise
Like the sun ima star on the rise, ran off on the plug like my name plies

Heard she got heat like Haiti in July, like literally bro her shit is on fye
I'm not tryna die my heads to the sky, yea I'm that guy that needs chicks that are bi

Niggas like a dog for a nut they be feinin
Dumb ass niggas must be tryna put his seed in
Take that dress off that she in on the beat crackin jokes call me flow the comedian
Throw that shit back now she gotta nigga leakin
Pray to hit again like ya boy a f*ckin deacon
Hit it once a month like ya boy out here leasin don't pass me the keef blunt
Cause I'm chiefin

Find yo bitch at my crib on the weekends
I'm trickin ya shawty but naw I aint treatin
I get a new chick when I feel a new season
I swear that I'm doggin these hoes for no reason

Hop out the rover to hit up the game
Rollin 7 niggas deep ain't shit change
Young black niggas and u know we stay stylin
12 run up on us cause they always profilin
I gotta search the whip cause we know you in some shit
Damn we done f*cked up, we coulda dipped
My bro caught a charge and we can't go to school
Throw them middle fingas up and say f*ck DD2

I spilled the lean in my cup, shit had me stuck
A nigga needed more drop
Niggas be wasting time, f*ck a line
Need a bottle, sealed to the top
Pockets was screaming f*ck
Drugs passing through we got em on trucks
Fein for the green, man that shit promethazine
Wok is the best cause its mixed with the codeine

You say you wanna talk to god, but he wont answer back
Now the devils workin hard, and he's ready to attack
Death on ya mind all tha time, hella whack
Stay true to ya self, just trust he gotcha back
Momma trippin sayin that she dreamin bout fish
Got me callin all the chicks in my contact list
Ion need no kids til a young nigga rich
Gold on me 9k, thats a cp3 dish

Yea I smoke like a rasta man
My chick foreign she be whippin up pasta man (Whip it up)

Or Maggiano's man f*ck a red lobster man
How you sell drugs but barely profit man
Its ya supply, it got you high
Gotchu all doped up in the brain
My nigga dont lie to me saying that he quit but I know some things never change

Free Taymor (Tay k)
He popped some niggas and he did the race
Now all he got is time and space
Praying to beat a double murder case
Pray when that 40 all up in ya face
He tweakin and geekin I guess his blunt laced

I head butt bitch ass niggas when they all in my face (Bitch)