paroles de chanson No Hook - YBN Nahmir , YBN Almighty Jay

Gang
Woah woah woah woah
Gang gang
Brrrra
Bitch YBN shit
Bitch ay ay gang gang ay

I'm taking a bag, counting gwap
Why you niggas on some broke shit (bitch)
My brother stay strapped
Pop any nigga on that hoe shit (bra)
Internet shooters
Man these niggas ain't gon blow shit (they ain't gon blow shit)
And you ain't my brother
So you can miss me with that bro shit
Niggas say you flipping work
Then I'm on that kick a door shit (on that kick a door shit)
Take a nigga down get on that ground get on that floor bitch
He a clown
Bro move around 'fore you get domed bitch (bro move around, ay)
Had to cut him off

Cause niggas snitching on that hoe shit
Ooh, I'm 'bout to check in
Your bitch she a thot tryna take off her top (bitch)
Ooh, my brother just burnt out a lot
Had to go cop a foreign just to drop out the top
Ooh, I gotta watch for the opps put a drum in my Glock
That's a whole hunnid shots

Ooh, niggas want beef with the gang
But the whole fucking time they be telling the cops
I'm a big trapper know that my pistol be clapping
Run up you think that I'm lacking
Bitch I'm a savage I ain't never run from shit
Bitch I be letting 'em have it
How y'all dope?
No, I don't fuck with them average
You niggas not 'bout that action
Slide down if a nigga want smoke
You should have known that I'm packing
Ooh bitch I be hot like an attic
Balenciaga nigga cop me the fashion
Shootin' on shit like the navy
Illegal guns cause these hoes automatic
How you gon smoke with the gang, but you stay put up
Nigga you don't want static
Rented the Lamb for a week
Let Nahmir drive it and he almost crash it
You niggas copy
You niggas dissin' for fame
You niggas really be lame (pow pow pow)
If I catch you then Jay rubbin' off the paint
If I see you at that drive-thru I might have a nice day
But this ain't no Mickey D's I turn your M into a K
Bitch I'm the man, my diamonds they dance
Yo bitch on my dick like a fan
I feel like Tay K, I just did a race
Cause I had to run up the bands

My niggas real shooters so why would they fight
You know they not using no hands (nah)
Why niggas mad, cause I try to make it
That shit was just all in the plan
We ain't fuckin' with no Forest, so I'm bringing out that Porsche
Bitch I'm probably in the Jeep and yet that bitch ain't got no doors
Bitch I'm speeding in that Rari, know that label got a horse
Leather print up in that bitch, so yeah I'm slayin' up them doors
I'm not from the Chi but I'm throwin' L's
Cause niggas be lame than a bitch
Chasin' a bag, not chasin' a bitch
Blue hunnids like Lilo & Stitch
Don't fuck with no niggas, just me and my brothers
Cause I know how quick niggas switch
He talkin' that shit, two to three shells
Split that boy's shit like a Twix
When we pull up and hop out these niggas run (niggas run)
They be talkin' like oh shit he got a gun
Know that K, it hold 50, it got a drum
Know that choppas got bullets size as a plum, ay

Bitch you already know what it is
Nigga YBN shit
Nigga touch yo motherfucking taco bitch
YBN shit bitch huh
Sly bitch, ay
Bow Bow bitch, ay