Lyrics No Hook (feat. Que P) - Lakah

And I'm talking about every member Nigga
1204 SHIT, NO HOE SHIT
You know wtf going on
Que P in this mf man

My boy caught him a 28 and he threw it baccwards
4 niccas onna 3.5 put dat in a baccwood
Say he wanna scuffle bet i leave em in da baccwoods
My bih gon always hold me down so i make sure ha traccs good
I make sure ha traccs good yea I make sure he traccs good
thumbin thru da money poppin pills like i'm from flatbush
Poppin em cuz i can't sleep afraid imma be ambushed
By da demons in my dreams i'm paranoid i'm anguished
Yo bitch was the potato in a hot potato game (game)
You didn't know that she was getting passed around by the gang (gang)
And you kiss your boo (ooh)
Cause you miss your boo (ooh)
You didn't she get passed around upside down by the crew (gang gang)
I didn't wanna talk about ya bitch but you a hater
So I had tell you how we had to slave her (you know)
Pent to the wall push her by naval
think lil bitch work at staples (she do)
If dat boy talk crazy we take off his lip
Faygo and an 8 is my favorite to sip
I picked my dawgs right cuz dey ain gon switch
A k for 4 zips and u pay off the rip
Treat my lil Optima like it's a aston
Live what i write ain no hat in my rappin
Thang on my hip u do not have to ask me
Bags in da spot and we took it all gladly
Took it off gladly ain't gotta ask me know that I'm taxing
Took it off gladly ain't gotta ask me know that I'm taxing
Ain't making no appearance unless they got me a bag
You better have endurance trying to run from this mag
If you got it better pull it Nigga better not lag
I just checked the footage now I'm on a Nigga ass (Go Get'em)
Kush Presidential it's like i kno Kennedy
Baccwood n syrup is my favorite remedy
Diss on da gang i told him das a penalty
Please call a doctor we left him wit injuries
Don't smoke da same my shit come from the Philippines
Been on my shit since dat weed was worth 10 a G
Don't come around with that negative energy
Staccn it up til dis shit reach infinity
Stepped in the game and I found out the recipe
know they mad at me they can't get rid of me
Niggas be pigs & sweet like hickory bacon
Play with the gang bitch you got me mistaken
Trappin out the house but the bitch not a vacant (Trap Trap)
Getting to it like the movie but no takers
Playing with the bread and the toaster like a baker
You paint facades so you a punt faker