No Hook 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Put some numbers on you squares like a calculator
Don't jump stupid, bro will put you on a ventilator
Black and gray Balencis, looking like a damn Oakland Raider
In Neiman's tripping, almost fell down the escalator
Bro been rolling all week off them damn pills
Made six in thirty like them damn basketball drills
Run up on me? Swear to God sh*t gon' get real
Looking like a construction crew with these big drills
I'm just balling in Ypsi like I'm George Gervin
Good four in this cream Faygo got a n*gga swerving
Need the crud? Call bro Dre 'cause he out here serving
Served a fiend two eights likе that n*gga Michael Irvin
I don't wrestle, b*tch, do I look likе Randy Savage?
Explosive tips up in this clip, they hit you, they gon' do some damage
I don't play with n*ggas, I'll put a pus*y in a casket
Fell in love with the swiping, used to shoot up in the basket
Oh, you [?] with the bank account then hit my line
Learned how to swipe on my own, I couldn't wait in line
Ham finna send some money, told her she can take her time
Thought it was a bird but, nah, I'm in the Robins flying
sh*ttyBoyz [?] boys, it's all the f*cking same
And if you don't rock with BabyTron then you a f*cking lame
Balmains on my ass, you wearing joggers, that's a f*cking shame
n*ggas hating players, better hate the f*cking game
[Verse 2: TrDee]
Big Dee, I'm a boss, you heard I'm broke? Boy, that's false
For the [?] I took a loss, f*ck juice, I got the sauce
They be like, "Dee, boy, it costs", yeah, you pay but you soft
In the field like Randy Moss [?] I'm in a loft
Rolling up, E's up, you know them n*ggas with me
Station [?] they hate, I guess we winning
Trued up, blessed but a n*gga still sinning
Acting like you hard, lil' bro, go do them dishes
No hook, watch that n*gga fold like a damn book
Saying we ain't getting money? n*gga, come and take a look
b*tch bad, ass fat and she know how to cook
Big chops on standby, what the f*ck I look like being shook?
Watch where you step, do you see what's on my f*cking foot?
I'm 'bout to hop on tip if these n*ggas keep looking
If I told what you doing, yo ass'll get a whooping
If the feds pull up, the only time I get to booking
Fast in the kitchen, damn, bro, what you cooking?
On the [?] flexing hard, you'll get your sh*t tooken
You in the store copping, you in that b*tch looking
I swear to God these hoes be choosing when your bucks look like pudding
Bust a jugg, up a roll, this my f*cking life
Kissing on that freak? Ugh, n*gga, that sh*t trife
Cute pay, n*gga, what else it ain't to like?
We both don't got no poles or no hoes, sike
[Verse 3: StanWill]
Oh sh*t, it's another no hook
Pockets James Cook, made yo main thing look
Lived by the book, make plays, dodge hook
Something like dice, gang got these n*ggas shook
Got it out the mud, I ain't never work a day
I could clean a n*gga car in twenty different ways
One get hot and then I make another play
I'm in the field for my bucks like I play for Tampa Bay
Let's be honest, they ain't do it till I did it
Listen to my raps, if you real, you can feel it
Play after play, it's a million ways to get it
Call a n*gga "Rocky", how I'm chasing after chicken
How's it beef but you been hiding?
I don't really play with n*ggas like I'm bench riding
Ever since elementary, boy, we been sliding
And I know some n*ggas bombing sh*t like they Bin Laden
Only b*tch I love is my damn dawg
If yo ass plotting, leap like a damn frog
And if you do that, you might get shot like a basketball
'Cause bro keep the tools, young dawg, he don't lack at all
In school I don't talk, I'm a damn mute
Any disrespect, I'm on yo head like some shampoo
Did it on my own, stop hating and you can too
Only real n*ggas stick with me like some damn glue