No Hook 3 lyrics
by Soulja Boy
[Intro]
Yuh (Gang, gang, huh)
[Verse]
Four demons in that Urus, me and gang ‘bout the blick
Have you ever seen a drive-by in a foreign whip? (Have you seen it)
Call Benny up, n*gga, put them baguettes in my wrist
Highway with them shooters, n*gga, we tote extended clips
And I shot my f*ckin’ stick, that was way back in ‘06
N*ggas, pull up, get the pack off a private jet, shawty
Grr grr, bow bow, hit a n*gga with that .40
Hit a n*gga up and celebrate the very next morning
I’m just makin’ mills everyday, this sh*t ain’t never boring
Said ‘go and hit the road’ Young Drac’ platinum when I’m tourin’
Las Vegas, on roulette, I just think I made a fortune
And I was on tour, buss a private jet when I was recording
In ‘07 and ‘09, a hundred thousand [?]
2010 UFO, this my outer space flow
Big Draco, CEO, KEG, kick the door
Inside my traphouse, everything, it must go
I got bricks for the high, I got pounds for the low
Hundred thousand on the flow, Cartier, it rose-gold
Put that sh*t on in the trap, n*ggas know I got that Rolex