No Hook

(专辑： Plan Of Attack - 2019)

[Curren$y:]
We could do it like how we used to with no hook
Got a nice little breakdown after the verse and shit

Uh
Crumbling cookie crumbs into my bong and writing songs
Nigga you took too long to come get that shit, now it's gone
It sells itself when it's packaged this well
Can't sit on a shelf, they copping it in cases of twelve
I shoot my shot at a bad bitch and pick up the shells
We do our thing but don't kiss and tell, no paper trail I keep it real
And that shit pays me well, on a major scale
But I still push for expansion, see it's really all about branding
Internalizing the business mechanics, billionaire tactics
Got buildings in Cali, got ranches in Dallas, marijuana and cattle
We slinging it all see
It don't matter one stop shop
Got the Z121 with the top dropped
I'm parked outside of the strip spot
These bitches delivering money knots
They all smiling when they walk out
Single file, in a line to give me mine
The love to see me shine
Baby had a sparkle in her eyes
To me it looked like dollar signs
Alright

[Trademark Da Skydiver:]
Real nigga, authentic, Batman, Bruce Wayne, still kicking
5 cars, pour a 4, three cups, one nigga, two bitches
Real nigga from New Orleans and the A to boot
Still fucking with me
Trademark straight pimping, sauce dripping, G range, Scotty Pippin
I was too real for them lames
I was too real for them lames
I was always 'bout my change
Four solo albums, still doing my thing
What the fuck is you saying
Y'all niggas faking and playing
Me, I've been about my business
Bank account that's my witness
Got a hundred mill on my wish list
You ain't speaking 'bout no money bitch
I ain't really trying to hear that shit
Talking bags in my convos, ninety bags stashed in the condo
Boss man I'm the CEO
Tanto, the head honcho
Tell your worker run them bags over
Need all my bands pronto

[Young Roddy:]
Living life on the edge, I'm taking a risk
I'm taking a shotty to make it a mist
Used to be broke as a joke my nigga that ain't no myth
Was raised by queens but still there ain't no love for no bitch
I'm cool as it gets, I shine like the sun, I flooded my wrist
She told me a mil, I'm fucking her friend in the back of the Benz
Just me and my dogs, we killed this shit once, we gon' kill it again
My momma was working, my brother was trapping, my pop in the pen
They call it the ghetto, we call it the trap cause that's what it is
I told my little bro them niggas be talking don't trap out the crib
I'm feeling like Mitch, I hustle like Nip, cause somebody in
One life to live, my homie got shot he took two to the ribs
Cooking that audio dope, they tell me it's all in the wrist
It's still fuck a lame and still fuck the world and how you feel
Can name a few kids who still pack a steel and get real in the field
My summers was cold, friends had no phones
It is what it is