Know I'm allergic to fake shit anyway
Bro like the choppa I f*ck with the mini k
Whole lotta coppas gone rush imma get away
Pullup on feet and pull off inna getaway
Diamonds freezing cold
Niggas be singing like Keysha cole
Had to get me some cheese & dough
Them bullets uh stuff em like pizza rolls
You hit the road I hit hood
I Roll up a wood then I gotta jugg
I back out the pole and that's all it took
You need a show I'm already booked
Bitche please I know you a skeez she got on her knees i got in her throat
I cannot believe, you Niggas deceive, you pullup and freeze, you hitting the woah
We ain't bros, wen I see you ? nigga I want not can not be you
Off white onna jacket see through
Selling birds like American eagle
I get them bands wit me then I skrt
And all all of my mans wit me from the dirt
I keep a tan and a couple percs
You know Im alert imma score first you shitten me
Pour up a 4 and some Hennessy bitch on my body I can't let her get to me, look
Kick in ya door u a enemy mom crying and ya brother remember me, shook
Blood onna floor and its clipped for ya daughter if shawty go tryna go yell and scream
Getting money you ain't gotta ask me, still hopping out of niggas taxis GANG
Walk on a fast beat
Like I'm a athlete
Bet you won't pass me
Stuffing up baggies
Bagging the pack
And yes I am tax-ing
Give me the bag please
Spiral to flash
Like I'm
Quaterback-ing
Gibby too gabby
This ain't a gift
But Y'all fiending to have it
Put up a bounty
G.I.B. Starting the wave
And it's nasty
Bitches like splash me
Calling me daddy
Niggas be Guppies
Just swimming to catch me
Can't let 'em have me
Giving 'em havoc
This shit is tragic Chris
A nigga moms tried to bag the kid
I'd be wrong if I smashed and dipped
And left her open like a bag of chips
Childish hoes wanna nag the kid
To brag and shit
Touchy ass playing tag and shit
Lovey dovey cause the bag is here
Catching feelings for the cash and shit
Yea I know
You mad as shit
Only paying for your cab to dip
Wasn't playing when I said I'm player
You playing with me
Know I had to win
Westbrook
What I'm averaging
Best look
Who you challenging
Me and Flash
Made this shit up so fast
I think Left the hook out again
Hit the gas
Nigga lit up the crash
I'm finna blast
Count me down to ten
Hit of that
Make a nigga relax
We in the clouds
Looking down on them
Get the map
Can you see where we at
I'm seeing black
Yo what town we in
Bro I'm smacked
Kind of backwood is that
Just put me back
On the ground again
Pass it up
You could do what you want
Just let blunt
Go around again
Po' a cup
Till I'm throwing it up
We going up
Till I'm down again
Shittin' me
Gibby Gadget - No Hook (feat. Eli Flash) Lyrics
Gibby Gadget - No Hook (feat. Eli Flash) Lyrics
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Know I'm allergic to fake shit anyway
Bro like the choppa I f*ck with the mini k
Whole lotta coppas gone rush imma get away
Pullup on feet and pull off inna getaway
Diamonds freezing cold
Niggas be singing like Keysha cole
Had to get me some cheese & dough
Them bullets uh stuff em like pizza rolls
You hit the road I hit hood
I Roll up a wood then I gotta jugg
I back out the pole and that's all it took
You need a show I'm already booked
Bitche please I know you a skeez she got on her knees i got in her throat
I cannot believe, you Niggas deceive, you pullup and freeze, you hitting the woah
We ain't bros, wen I see you ? nigga I want not can not be you
Off white onna jacket see through
Selling birds like American eagle
I get them bands wit me then I skrt
And all all of my mans wit me from the dirt
I keep a tan and a couple percs
You know Im alert imma score first you shitten me
Pour up a 4 and some Hennessy bitch on my body I can't let her get to me, look
Kick in ya door u a enemy mom crying and ya brother remember me, shook
Blood onna floor and its clipped for ya daughter if shawty go tryna go yell and scream
Getting money you ain't gotta ask me, still hopping out of niggas taxis GANG
Walk on a fast beat
Like I'm a athlete
Bet you won't pass me
Stuffing up baggies
Bagging the pack
And yes I am tax-ing
Give me the bag please
Spiral to flash
Like I'm
Quaterback-ing
Gibby too gabby
This ain't a gift
But Y'all fiending to have it
Put up a bounty
G.I.B. Starting the wave
And it's nasty
Bitches like splash me
Calling me daddy
Niggas be Guppies
Just swimming to catch me
Can't let 'em have me
Giving 'em havoc
This shit is tragic Chris
A nigga moms tried to bag the kid
I'd be wrong if I smashed and dipped
And left her open like a bag of chips
Childish hoes wanna nag the kid
To brag and shit
Touchy ass playing tag and shit
Lovey dovey cause the bag is here
Catching feelings for the cash and shit
Yea I know
You mad as shit
Only paying for your cab to dip
Wasn't playing when I said I'm player
You playing with me
Know I had to win
Westbrook
What I'm averaging
Best look
Who you challenging
Me and Flash
Made this shit up so fast
I think Left the hook out again
Hit the gas
Nigga lit up the crash
I'm finna blast
Count me down to ten
Hit of that
Make a nigga relax
We in the clouds
Looking down on them
Get the map
Can you see where we at
I'm seeing black
Yo what town we in
Bro I'm smacked
Kind of backwood is that
Just put me back
On the ground again
Pass it up
You could do what you want
Just let blunt
Go around again
Po' a cup
Till I'm throwing it up
We going up
Till I'm down again
Shittin' me
Bro like the choppa I f*ck with the mini k
Whole lotta coppas gone rush imma get away
Pullup on feet and pull off inna getaway
Diamonds freezing cold
Niggas be singing like Keysha cole
Had to get me some cheese & dough
Them bullets uh stuff em like pizza rolls
You hit the road I hit hood
I Roll up a wood then I gotta jugg
I back out the pole and that's all it took
You need a show I'm already booked
Bitche please I know you a skeez she got on her knees i got in her throat
I cannot believe, you Niggas deceive, you pullup and freeze, you hitting the woah
We ain't bros, wen I see you ? nigga I want not can not be you
Off white onna jacket see through
Selling birds like American eagle
I get them bands wit me then I skrt
And all all of my mans wit me from the dirt
I keep a tan and a couple percs
You know Im alert imma score first you shitten me
Pour up a 4 and some Hennessy bitch on my body I can't let her get to me, look
Kick in ya door u a enemy mom crying and ya brother remember me, shook
Blood onna floor and its clipped for ya daughter if shawty go tryna go yell and scream
Getting money you ain't gotta ask me, still hopping out of niggas taxis GANG
Walk on a fast beat
Like I'm a athlete
Bet you won't pass me
Stuffing up baggies
Bagging the pack
And yes I am tax-ing
Give me the bag please
Spiral to flash
Like I'm
Quaterback-ing
Gibby too gabby
This ain't a gift
But Y'all fiending to have it
Put up a bounty
G.I.B. Starting the wave
And it's nasty
Bitches like splash me
Calling me daddy
Niggas be Guppies
Just swimming to catch me
Can't let 'em have me
Giving 'em havoc
This shit is tragic Chris
A nigga moms tried to bag the kid
I'd be wrong if I smashed and dipped
And left her open like a bag of chips
Childish hoes wanna nag the kid
To brag and shit
Touchy ass playing tag and shit
Lovey dovey cause the bag is here
Catching feelings for the cash and shit
Yea I know
You mad as shit
Only paying for your cab to dip
Wasn't playing when I said I'm player
You playing with me
Know I had to win
Westbrook
What I'm averaging
Best look
Who you challenging
Me and Flash
Made this shit up so fast
I think Left the hook out again
Hit the gas
Nigga lit up the crash
I'm finna blast
Count me down to ten
Hit of that
Make a nigga relax
We in the clouds
Looking down on them
Get the map
Can you see where we at
I'm seeing black
Yo what town we in
Bro I'm smacked
Kind of backwood is that
Just put me back
On the ground again
Pass it up
You could do what you want
Just let blunt
Go around again
Po' a cup
Till I'm throwing it up
We going up
Till I'm down again
Shittin' me
Writer: Dijonne Williams, Elijah Harris
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid