Lyrics NO HOOK (FREESTYLE) - Killzo

(Yuh) Frenchy you so wild
Fuck with that shit
Fah, fah
Pop out with my stick, I done shot up that bitch's mans
Pull up with the casket in my whip, I take them bands
Cops up on the scene, they saying better show yo' hands
Fuck that shit you blue ass bitch, ain't making no demands
I seen my broski pull up back, he walking like he Crip
Told his ass we X on east, no fucking with that shit
Hop up in that Scat, flip back, we let off hollow tips
SRT, my tint Hellcat, flyback, no cap, I whip
Shot my opp with a MAC-10, .9 window down
Draco riding shotgun, call 'em up, blood hound
Catch a body, smoke a blunt, hella packs, ten pounds
Overdose on Percocet, his body limp, got no sound
Ain't be trapping, he a fool, send a nigga straight to heaven
Slide to cop a Backwood and I dip out that Seven Eleven
I done sin, I pull to church and then I write my own confession
Cardiac arrest my ass, done gotta be taught another lesson
Scam a bitch, take her pics, I done did that blackmail
Fifty bars, the price gone drop, out the script, vacuum seal
Caught bro pouring up a pint of Tris, that nigga locked in jail
Rental van, a brick of fetty, weight display be on the scale
On my smoke break seen a bro out snorting up them H lines
Then I'm like yo that's the shit that I cut wit fentanyl last night
Dip the scene, I pop a Perc and smoke that Runtz so I'm just fine
Heard he ain't done pay my nigga, you know that done shit cross a line
Ayo nigga yo ass tripping, popping Percs and I'm still sipping
Seen that hooker smoking crystal, bitch get out ain't no more pimping
Tweaker hoe Lyft done pull up, shit that's raw, I do pack flipping
Late night trapping, 5AM, I pop an Addy, that shit hitting
Ain't no tellin what I do up in this bitch, it might be crack
Fuck that shit, I stay awake until I have a heart attack
Can't be popping all the pills I deal and sell, stay up on task
Running bricks of white cocaine up and downtown, all that shit wack
I done call up on my homie, said had you done seen that jit
That shit crazy cause you know I'm packin with them extra clips
Let off shots, I'm popping shit, that nigga out cause he got hit
Catch a body, drag it down, and then we drop him in a pit
Know my doc got all the meds, finna pull and make a deal
He done hooked me up with Wock, so I'm finna crack a seal
Thirty pints up in a box, split the bread, know that shit real
Thirty pints up in a box, pour some red, how that shit feel
Feeling good like I be lazy, but I still be flipping shit
Syrup in my Sprite it crazy, in the crib with all my sticks
Vision started gettin hazy and I'm floatin 'round this bitch
You know if you never pay me, you gon' end up in a ditch
So this nigga hopped up fast out the chair, done ran his ass
I'm like shit, I grab my blick and chase him down, done shot him fast
Got a missing body, he be on the DL cause my strap
Niggas think I don't be packing, but you know that shit misfact
Run the block, shit go pop, AR-15, it's a chop
At the spot, cock a glock, Uzi clip, out the trop
Fully automatic shots, pop and pop down 'til he drop
Leave his shit on the floor, better get a fucking mop
Ain't no telling from this pussy ass nigga fucking bitch
He gon' speak to 12, this pussy ass nigga fucking snitch
White boy shut yo' ass, this pussy ass hoe get a stitch
You know that shit finna hit, done hit a lick right past a bitch