Lyrics What the Hook Gon Be - Fat Nick , Shakewell , Ramirez
MTM,
hit
'em
with
the
heat
Ayy,
Rami,
what
the
hook
finna
be?
(Pop-pop,
pop)
Ayy,
bitch,
I
don't
need
no
fuckin'
hook
on
the
beat
(Pop-pop,
pop)
Ayy,
all
I
need
is
the
trap
in
the
background
(Pop
out,
sip)
Glock
make
a
loud
sound,
MAC
make
'em
lie
down
(Pop-pop-pop-pop)
Ayy,
Rami,
what
the
hook
finna
be?
(Pop-pop,
pop)
Ayy,
bitch,
I
don't
need
no
fuckin'
hook
on
the
beat
(Pop-pop,
pop)
Ayy,
all
I
need
is
the
trap
in
the
background
(Pop
out,
sip)
Glock
make
a
loud
sound,
MAC
make
'em
lie
down
(Pop-pop-pop-pop)
Heard
he
talkin'
sweet,
I
got
some
heat
for
that
(I
does)
Dumpin'
out
the
window
'til
it
click,
them
bodies
need
a
bag
(They
do)
Shootin'
like
a
man,
like
where
my
sweeper
at?
(Where
they
at?)
I
ain't
talk
to
God,
but
I
could
show
you
where
the
reaper
at
I
don't
need
no
hook
on
this
beat,
though
(Oh
no,
no)
Glock
speak
my
lingo,
shoot
all
these
people
(Pop
out,
sip)
I
can
see
the
feds
through
the
peephole
(I
can)
'Boutta
do
a
kick-door,
let's
flush
all
these
kilos,
ayy
Say
you
got
some
migos,
oh,
you
mean
my
cousins?
(Pop-pop,
pop)
If
I
call
my
primos,
we
gon'
get
to
bustin'
(Oh
no,
no)
Nick
and
Rami
pulled
up
with
a
paisa
(Pop-pop,
pop)
Cuerno
de
chivos
and
trucks
pulled
up
to
the
party
(Pop
out,
sip)
Brought
a
thing
up
on
my
hip,
I'll
knock
yo'
shit
down
(Shit
down)
Double
D's
hang
out
my
choppa
with
a
hunnid
rounds
(Grrah)
Hangin'
out
the
window,
let
it
loose,
I'm
out
the
dog
pound
(Woof)
Silenced
tip
on
my
bitch,
so
I
never
make
a
sound,
uh
Illegally
motivated,
blue
faces,
infatuated
These
bullets
is
devastatin',
we'll
shoot
you
down
for
the
takin'
Slide
on
them,
catch
you
slippin'
from
the
side
(Side)
Super
soaker
leave
you
wet,
so
you
can
never
dry
Kickin'
in
the
door,
I
catch
this
pussy
nigga
by
surprise
(Surprise)
Liftin'
up
the
fuckin'
flame
and
hit
him
right
between
the
eyes,
uh
Pants
saggin',
got
the
glizzy
in
my
pocket,
uh
Motorola
trappin'
from
the
back
and
stole
the
profit,
ayy
Two-four
Hemi,
I'ma
spin
me
a
block
(Spin
it,
spin
it)
I
won't
do
the
hit,
I'll
throw
my
partner
some
knots
(Brr,
brr)
If
they
from
the
other
side,
I
tell
my
opps
to
kick
rocks
(Haha)
But
all
my
opps
some
crackheads,
tell
they
ass
let
it
rock
I'm
the
big
dog,
you
a
lil'
pup,
I
got
big
guns
Semi-automatic
hit
your
gut,
now
you
throwin'
up
(Pop-pop-pop)
I
drive
me
a
foreign,
what
you
drivin'
borin'
(Skrrt)
Opps
be
0 and
6,
all
we
do
is
scorin'
(Haha)
I
got
me
some
bands,
I
got
hella
bands
(What?)
Haters
know
my
name,
he
another
fan
(Skrrt)
I
feel
like
a
dog
'cause
I
keep
a
stick
And
I
won't
ever
sink,
'cause
there's
another
bitch
Ayy,
Rami,
what
the
hook
finna
be?
(Pop-pop,
pop)
Ayy,
bitch,
I
don't
need
no
fuckin'
hook
on
the
beat
(Pop-pop,
pop)
Ayy,
all
I
need
is
the
trap
in
the
background
(Pop
out,
sip)
Glock
make
a
loud
sound,
MAC
make
'em
lie
down
(Pop-pop-pop-pop)
Ayy,
Rami,
what
the
hook
finna
be?
(Pop-pop,
pop)
Ayy,
bitch,
I
don't
need
no
fuckin'
hook
on
the
beat
(Pop-pop,
pop)
Ayy,
all
I
need
is
the
trap
in
the
background
(Pop
out,
sip)
Glock
make
a
loud
sound,
MAC
make
'em
lie
down
(Pop-pop-pop-pop)
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