Songtexte No Hook - ISARK

Parking my whip on the west end
Know The choppa Smith and wesson
You better know Who the fuck you testin
Drop on yo knees like a fucking blessin
I finesse it aint no stress
Just know Isark coming next
My lyrics leave you perplexed
Now she calling me for sex
Covered up, i got my money up
ISARK on the mag, never fallin off
Sprite and Shit in my double cup
Spaced out hittin on the finest crop
You wont ever catch me lacking
Strapped to my chest like a fucking jackman
808s banging, make yo ears bleed
Gentleman, go down and use a napkin
Shitfaced, caught a case. Run round with a mask and blade
Im a saint, in war paint, run up and come catch a fade
All these hoes talking shit
Running round, gettin lit
Ayy yo real quick, hmu if you need good dick
Kamikaze imma blow 6 lines
Need three more just to feel fine
Nothing is great in This ill mind
You better cover up Cause i dont conceal mine
You better duck Cause you in the firing line
Pray to god that youll be fine
Remember life has no rewind
Good night homie, you outta time