No Hook lyrics

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I know Parker real bad, you would think she a minor
I know Keke love me I'm dripping designer
Ex think I'm mad cause, my new b*tch is finer
I'm smoking on a gas just to get a lil higher
They know I drip and I clean up real nice
I might f*ck yo b*tch in a pair of Off Whites
Get here on your own, cause I don't pay for flights
I'm lying I admit, if you bad I just might
Copy my style, man you n*ggas my clones
Can't say I'm selfish, I put my bros on
You know that we f*cking, so why your clothes on
pus*y so good but, still had to go home
She gone catch di*k like, her name Randy Moss
You can't shop here so, don't ask me the cost
Ex done moved and they think that I lost
When really, the sh*t there just made me a boss
Been through some sh*t, now my heart real cold
Everything glitter don't gotta be gold
Want me to fall, but I'm still on my toes
Stoning yo b*tch, now I'm in the end zone
All of this hate I done turned to a savage
Drugs in my body, I feel like an addict
How you gone ball, if you don't wanna practice
Givenchy on me, man I'm all about fashion
Tired of designer, I throw on Adidas
Don't trust a soul cause, these n*ggas be leeching
Cut n*ggas off cause they change like the seasons
Hate all you hoes cause, you b*tches be reaching
New b*tch is bad, man I feel like the greatest
I done got rich off of these n*ggas hating
Dropped out of college, they said I wouldn't make it
But now I switch whips just for different occasions
Dodging these hoes, man I feel like the Matrix
Standards real high, I won't f*ck if she basic
I told her I'm good ,and she thought I was playing
I'm smoking on gas now, I look like an Asian
Circle real tight man, I don't want no friends
They judging me like they don't commit sins
I gotta son, so you know imma win
I do not know you, so don't shake my hand
Try not to be c*cky, this sh*t is real hard
Windows stay tinted, I'm dodging the laws
Imma help bro up, if my n*gga fall
Shopping so much man, my new house on Mars
See, why you n*ggas be hating and all
You on the sidelines, just watching me ball
I really feel sorry for you b*tches too
Just stay on the gram, ain't got nothing to do
b*tches mad that I cheated, like I was they boo
She hate me online, but her f*ck tell the truth
I'm in the H with my bro Trey the truth
I told Dre my pain he said "Hop in the booth"
Recorded some hits imma blow like a flute
Imma keep grinding till stars in my coop
This a freestyle cause I don't want no hook
All of this drip, make a n*gga b*tch look