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letra de no hook ii - m1khail and synful music

[intro]
frrr!, uh uh
frrr! uh bah! bah!
frrr! uh uh yeah!
“aye yo synful drop that sh-t, aye!”

[verse 1: bbygrnds]
just want the money, f-ck all the fame
i’m poppin’ them pills and they blowin’ my brain
sippin’ on act got me goin’ insane
pick up ten racks, then i bought me a chain
sippin’ on dirty, don’t f-ck up this game
don’t come in my path, b-tch don’t swerve in my lane
pink in my ice, got some ice in my veins
such is a hundo, i’m f-ckin’ yo main
slide in the set, we crack down on his block
draco hit harder when i smell the opps
smokin’ on gas had to give off a spark
vv’s stay hittin’, b-tch shine in the dark
tote me an iron, keep a knife in my sock
wet like a pool, b-tch i drip when i walk
bust through your door, f-ck a bang, f-ck a knock
getting too deep, 50 deep like a flock
stay with the yoppa, you stay with the talk
turn on the safety, keep bullets on lock
rollie smooth, glacier, it thick at the top
hard on the block ’till it’s late on the clock
the greatest that did it, go burn up my set
off-white, gucci, louis, my drip on wet
talkin’ too much i ain’t scared of a threat
chain flooded out with some iced out baguettes
want me a wraith, not gon’ ride in corvettes
stay on my grind like my name is offset
he purpin’, i heard him, i don’t shed a sweat
we move through the news, i ain’t talkin’ gazette
stack me a big stack, so you gon’ regret
hop out the lamb, then i hop in a jet
still show up late, on my wrist a patek
ridin’ sp-ceships, you can call me cadet
smokin’ that zuu getting high to the face
let off the clip, then we sprayed ’em with mase
comin’ on top, you can’t take my place
he beg for his life, like he saying grace
caught him up yapping, we hunt him like snakes
just caught a body, i don’t leave a trace
i got a flyer, we aim at his face
write by myself, back up i need my sp-ce
we caught him trippin’ like he being laced
don’t want the ho, but the check imma chase
wok water on me, don’t f-ck with the base
takin’ my time, i know just how to pace
i’m a real legend, i win in this race
hop out the lamb, and i hop in a wraith
y’all n—-s cap, you don’t live what your rap
all my n—-s walk down and they toting a mac
came from the mud, what you know ’bout the trap?
hop in the traphouse, countin’ up stacks
fat but b-tch, she gon’ throw that sh-t back
her ass super fat, so i gave it a smack
make sure you don’t fake what you say in your rap
y’all n—-s be p-ssy, y’all n—-s is cap
make sure you don’t fake what you say in your rap
y’all n—-s be p-ssy, y’all n—-s is cap

[verse 2: m1khail]
i’m the greatest who did it, just wait for my rings
call me lebron, ‘cuz lil’ b-tch i’m the king
ice on my wrist, double v, it’s vv’s
call me curry, ‘cuz i got the release
b-tches are whack, why they all gotta wink
n—-s is fake, yea they sweet like ice cream
b-tches are whack, why they all gotta wink
n—-s is fake, yea they sweet like ice cream

[outro]

- m1khail and synful music

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