Lyrics Best Rapper - Chris Hooks

Yeah, lil hoe, I'm bout whatever
Don't play, boy. I'm not Hugh Hefner
Stack my bread, and make my cheddar
Like my drip, girl this Margiela
In her bio, I'm on her header
Yeah, you good, but nigga, I'm better
I change hoes, change clothes, like weather
Cuff that hoe, boy, I would never
Give me brain, she a professor
She with me, but yall together
I pull hoes like Kronk pull levers
I fight rappers, Def Jam:Vendetta
No you can't find no nigga like me
All my old hoes, still like me
I meet her, first time, at two
She'll be in my bed by three
Dej Loaf mode, so don't try me
That boy mad, his girl like me
He text her, like where you be
Told him mind his biz-nie-e
Put her on my plate, and then I eat
In miami, I ball like heat
She like my face, ooh, that's a seat
I do her like I do beats
That mean I go hard, no beast
I go hard, on God, no priest
I dead niggas, like I'm deceased
I'm conceited, so cut the beat
I'm on this hoe, no hook, one verse
Think she bad, but I've seen worse
I do this like I rehearse
Bring the beat back, but in reverse
Do the beat like James, cause I go Harden
Not the same, girl I'm a martian
I go, boy, like my name Martin
I go dumb, I go retarded
I don't beg, I beg your pardon
I'm from West Palm, Palm Beach Gardens
I fill Banks, like first name Morgan
On my way in, first name Marlon

Get it?
On my way in, first name Marlon
Like Marlon Wayans?
Yeah? ok, cool
Moving on

She snuck me in, thru the back door
I'm the bomb, like a c4
She like me, but on the low
Talking since 2004
Hold on, who that walking in the door
Woah, her lil boyfriend came home
She said he get off at three
Looked at the time, that hoe said four
Told my hoes, I ain't got no hoes
Number one, like I'm D Rose
Start from the bottom, like uh, like toes
Me and money, that's hashtag goals
Don't beef with me, cause g, I won
I treat niggas like they my son
If she call me like I'm Byron
It's about the money, like T.I. son
My drip cold, like the ice age
I'm the goat, that's what I say
Am I sure? girl, what I say?
Al B. Sure, like Nite and Day
I'm like Tom, I need My Space
No Tay K, I do the race
She want me to catch a case
Put that hoe to bed, I rest my case
I'm too sick, girl I'm too ill
If I don't kill beats, then who will?
I don't need that blue pill
Got two girls, like I'm Lou Will
Okay, I get it
Like drum, I hit it
Wait, hold on, listen
Nigga, did I mention
She in my mentions
She just want attention
I can feel the tension
Text back quick
Can't finish my sentence
Got racks, tennis
Got racks like tennis
I be moving on these hoes, baby I
I think I just need a massage
All these niggas is my sons, baby I
Sound like I'm Nicki Minaj
I just seen Meg Thee Stallion and I just
Think that she need an applause
And I wanna park my big mack truck