No Hook lyrics

[Intro:]
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it (300)

[Verse]
f*ck the law, f*ck the judge, tell 'em free all my guys
Been doing this since a young n*gga
Don’t know nothing about you other guys
Rob a n*gga, servin' packs
Folks 'nem catchin' homicides
Turn your back, cross me, well let’s call it suicide
Mama tied, yeah been with the sh*ts, let’s get the dramafide
Mama crying, couple bodies dropping from the other side
Couple british plugs, so that means I got London ties
Couple british plugs, so that means I’m servin' London pies
No new n*gga, I swear we don’t f*ck with yall n*ggas
Fake n*ggas, I try to stay away from f*ck n*ggas
Bad b*tches, well I love me some bad b*tch
But never love her, but she can take my cash with her
Ball hard, 'cause when I die, I can’t take this cash with me
Still in the trap, trappin' hard like I ain’t got a penny
n*ggas sneak dissin', actin' like I won't pull up with that semi
Gun shows, young n*ggas, shoot till the clip empty
Mob life, trap life, actin' like I ain’t got it in me
Bad b*tches suck my di*k in the kitchen where I’m water whippin'
Seal all my work 'cause the dogs sniffing when I’m road tripping
Cut a couple bad b*tches off, 'cause they be goldigging
Real street n*gga, I guess I was molded different
Heard a hard head makes a soft ass, I was told different
Front on me, that’s when you gon' meet that cold feeling
Leave you on the ground stretched out, with some holes in you
If you real, you ain’t even got to phony kick it
If it’s beef, it’s nothin', I’ll just find out where your homies kick it
Put some money on your head, boy you better pay attention
Dope fiends call my phone when they need a fixin'
I swear I don’t trust a motherf*cker
I’m getting money like a motherf*cker
And I don’t trust a motherf*cker
I’m getting money like a motherf*cker
[Outro]
f*ck y'all, f*ck y'all, f*ck y'all, f*ck y'all
f*ck y'all, f*ck y'all, f*ck y'all (Huh)