K Swoon - No Hook Lyrics

Aye, Don't know my next move cause I'm moving in silence
We can get up if you wanna get violent
Thotties can show you no love but they privates
Drippin in gold you can call me K Pirate
Gimmie a jet you see im the flyest
F*ck up your city like I'm a virus
We on a run when we hearing the sirens
Came from the jungle right next to them lions
You ain't no real one boy why is you lying
Hoes in my phone but I ain't replying
Opened my mind for a bigger Verizon
I got relaxed when im off if the hybrid
You is a clown so yo name is bozo
Get to the bag and don't sleep is the motto
I see through the scope and my focus on auto
You is not fancy cause you sip moscato
If you gone lurk give my insta a follow
Launching to space nigga feel like Apollo
Balling like Jordan just not from Chicago
Hundreds and fifties I need it all pronto
If she ain't bout it she kicked out the condo
Music is moving my people like bravo
Hit up a party the females want photos
Actin a fool me and bro in a 2 door
Kickin some shit like I'm born to do judo
Imma ask future can I come to Pluto
Can't hear em talking they head in the pillow
Cash out a spot I was surfin on Zillow
I like to smoke but I don't have a reason
Roddy rich shit I ball out every season
Preach to the streets cause i think ima deacon
Out in the hills now I feel like The Weeknd
What is you on boy you really tweaking
Wonder when people gone wake up from sleeping
Ringer is off I'm annoyed from the beeping
I keep on winning they claiming I'm cheating
I love a shawty that show she'll ride
I'll be the same while I'm alive
Some niggas gone change so don't be surprised
I seen my dawg pain when I looked in his eyes
I feel like a target I start to realize
I am the best but you can decide
Tennis chain pointers is leaving you blind
Deals in my face but not wanna sign
Buy mama a pad and one for my father
Hit the met gala in Dolce & Gabbana
I can go cut up ya head like a barber
Mix in the lab like George Washington Carver
Dunking you niggas I feel like Vince Carter
Put the gas in my yard like im a Gardner
Can't save a hoe Cause I'm not peter Parker
Think you a shooter but I shoot it sharper
Keep pushing hard cause it only get harder
Cartier lenses on me like I'm Arthur
Couple of gigs make my bank account larger
Pop me a pill I thought I was a goner
We gun you down then we come for ya partner
Tat up ya body like we is some parlors
Back of the bus we turn up on a charter
Leaving a legacy I left my marker
I'm built for this shit I can't think of the past
Wish I could heal but the time moving fast
Laid the ball up and I don't need the glass
Cheefing the blunt and my bro saying pass
Laser on you like we playing some tag
Can't listen to you yo lessons is trash
Just like it's 2k we making you lag
200 the number that sit on my dash
Running my rounds think I'm faster than flash
If you want war then my nigga let's clash
Right to the rim cause play style is slash
Bitches respect me like I am a dad
Balling is life nigga shout out to brad
2 months away until I am a grad
Most of these people would just go out sad
That can't be me since I'm getting the bag
Never be faking, I stay with the shit
F*ck up yo homie, we sending a blitz
Only the half, but you get the gist
We pouring up act in Sierra Mist
Too many rocks, the camera might glitch
Flooded the Rollie, check out my wrist
Dropping her thong, she is dismissed
Say you the goat, I must not exist
Make reservations, I'm eating exquisite
Inside of my crib looks like an exhibit
Get to the bread, I get it so vivid
Road to the riches, I'm taking a visit
Designer apparel, enhances my image
Naruto power I'm running my village
Keep Spending my cash I have to replenish
I'm just getting started, I'm never gone finish
Walk in the bank, I collect Guap
I'm praying that the money won't stop
Everybody telling me I'm gone pop
Believe what they say so I can't flop
Og In my lungs Need a cough drop
Told her don't talk just top top
Text me at the door nigga don't knock
Going down over here no young joc
Aye, hit that hoe once, she taking a Uber
Niggas be bitches, plotting on rumors
Why you with him, he is a loser
Save for a M, that's for the future
Shawty gone ride, just like a scooter
Not in the field, how you a shooter
Gimmie the brain , she is a tutor
I do my thang, I skrt off the lot
Sharp shooting nigga I hit on the dot
F*ck up a party then dip out the spot
What you just bought, I already got
Get you a ticket, turn up where it's hot
You say that you real, I know that you not
Hittin it home, I'm doin my trot
12 on the scene, try not to get caught
I get the cash and start doin my dance
Pose for my picture I'm doing my stance
If you gone come let me know in advance
Im taking yo hoe, don't give me a chance
I go to the store, people gone glance
Kickback with us, call up your friends
Dissing the squad, we come for ya head
I tripped off a xan, won't do it again