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Mac - No hook Lyrics



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Came out the trenches
I feel like a Jew
All of these weight on me
Feel like I'm crooked
She wanna f*ck me
Ain't got nothing to prove
Me and my niggas
We came out seducing
Here for the money
Ain't here for the booze
You try to stop me
You getting evicted
Stickity stones
Ain't be breaking my bones
Don't give a f*ck
If I make it a nuisance yeah
Came out the trenches
I feel like a Jew
All of these weight on me
Feel like I'm crooked
She wanna f*ck me
Ain't got nothing to prove
Me and my niggas
We came out seducing
Here for the money
Ain't here for the booze
You try to stop me
You getting evicted
Stickity stones
Ain't be breaking my bones
Don't give a f*ck
If I make it a nuisance yeah
Came from the bottom
Yeah me and niggas
Ain't trying to go back to the days
When we had nada
We trying to make something from nothing
We trying to get fed (Fed...)
Hid at the back of the door
When them niggas
They trying to pull up like the feds (Feds...)
Shit that we'd seen and we'd done
We could never say shit
We ain't trying to get heard
Pulling up fancy cars and 'em
Diamonds on flick we copping 'em
Mama new crib that's happening oh yeah (Mama)
Been trying to make lil bro proud of me
Hate on my craft my enemy
Promise you ain't seen the last of me oh yeah
I keep imagining shit
Diamonds on me I got double D's(Big diamonds)
Vvs's on my f*cking wrist (Bling)
Then I could say that I'm f*cking rich, Oh yeah
Pull up we crashing shit
Paparazzi trying to take a flick (Yeah)
Diamonds so bright you could f*cking bleed
Get your ass whacked it's a f*cking scene (Boom...)
Shit ain't got no hook
You could feel it in your system like a deuce (uh huh)
I could do it I could it I could it
Pulling up in a brand new cooler
Shit ain't got no hook (Yeah)
You could feel it in your system like a deuce
I could do it I could it I could it
Pulling up in a brand new cooler
Came out the trenches
I feel like a Jew
All of these weight on me
Feel like I'm crooked (Whoa)
She wanna f*ck me
Ain't got nothing to prove
Me and my niggas
We came out seducing
Here for the money
Ain't here for the booze
You try to stop me
You getting evicted (Boom, boom, boom)
Stickity stones
Ain't be breaking my bones
Don't give a f*ck
If I make it a nuisance
Came out the trenches
I feel like a Jew
All of these weight on me
Feel like I'm crooked
She wanna f*ck me
Ain't got nothing to prove
Me and my niggas
We came out seducing
Here for the money
Ain't here for the booze
You try to stop me
You getting evicted
Stickity stones
Ain't be breaking my bones
Don't give a f*ck
If I make it a nuisance
Yeah
Feel like a rockstar dude or something
Money on deck
Bitches on deck, Oh yeah
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Came out the trenches
I feel like a Jew
All of these weight on me
Feel like I'm crooked
She wanna f*ck me
Ain't got nothing to prove
Me and my niggas
We came out seducing
Here for the money
Ain't here for the booze
You try to stop me
You getting evicted
Stickity stones
Ain't be breaking my bones
Don't give a f*ck
If I make it a nuisance yeah
Came out the trenches
I feel like a Jew
All of these weight on me
Feel like I'm crooked
She wanna f*ck me
Ain't got nothing to prove
Me and my niggas
We came out seducing
Here for the money
Ain't here for the booze
You try to stop me
You getting evicted
Stickity stones
Ain't be breaking my bones
Don't give a f*ck
If I make it a nuisance yeah
Came from the bottom
Yeah me and niggas
Ain't trying to go back to the days
When we had nada
We trying to make something from nothing
We trying to get fed (Fed...)
Hid at the back of the door
When them niggas
They trying to pull up like the feds (Feds...)
Shit that we'd seen and we'd done
We could never say shit
We ain't trying to get heard
Pulling up fancy cars and 'em
Diamonds on flick we copping 'em
Mama new crib that's happening oh yeah (Mama)
Been trying to make lil bro proud of me
Hate on my craft my enemy
Promise you ain't seen the last of me oh yeah
I keep imagining shit
Diamonds on me I got double D's(Big diamonds)
Vvs's on my f*cking wrist (Bling)
Then I could say that I'm f*cking rich, Oh yeah
Pull up we crashing shit
Paparazzi trying to take a flick (Yeah)
Diamonds so bright you could f*cking bleed
Get your ass whacked it's a f*cking scene (Boom...)
Shit ain't got no hook
You could feel it in your system like a deuce (uh huh)
I could do it I could it I could it
Pulling up in a brand new cooler
Shit ain't got no hook (Yeah)
You could feel it in your system like a deuce
I could do it I could it I could it
Pulling up in a brand new cooler
Came out the trenches
I feel like a Jew
All of these weight on me
Feel like I'm crooked (Whoa)
She wanna f*ck me
Ain't got nothing to prove
Me and my niggas
We came out seducing
Here for the money
Ain't here for the booze
You try to stop me
You getting evicted (Boom, boom, boom)
Stickity stones
Ain't be breaking my bones
Don't give a f*ck
If I make it a nuisance
Came out the trenches
I feel like a Jew
All of these weight on me
Feel like I'm crooked
She wanna f*ck me
Ain't got nothing to prove
Me and my niggas
We came out seducing
Here for the money
Ain't here for the booze
You try to stop me
You getting evicted
Stickity stones
Ain't be breaking my bones
Don't give a f*ck
If I make it a nuisance
Yeah
Feel like a rockstar dude or something
Money on deck
Bitches on deck, Oh yeah
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Writer: Ikenna Chimezie
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Performed By: Mac
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Ikenna Chimezie

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