Hookless lyrics

[Intro]
This a $crim beat
Take three
Aah, aah
Yeah, $crim
Yeah, no hook

[Verse]
Welcome to the mind of a manic, got fifty people in this b*tch that don't know how to act
Still got that f*cking cash I ain't got to rap, yo Gotti with that work b*tch I got that set
I'm a beast up on these beats slanging that 808, smoke [?]
f*ck everything I smoke is nothing short of great, sh*t every blunt I roll is by the f*ckin' eighth
So you just keep your lyrics and I keep my [?], two chains up in my speakers it's mine I'm spinnin'
sh*t I swear I'm sitting high and the sky is the limit, sh*t I swear I'm getting high and the sky is the limit
[?] watch me blow up in this motherf*cker, fifty [?]
I just f*ck them then I duck them I could never love them, cook 'em all then I eat these beats like they my supper
That purple drank I still sip, that purple weed still lick
Got one homie, couple chicks, bumping Boosie, that's trill b*tch
Trill sh*t, I'm getting through, weed scent all in my clothes
Couple white chicks but the black ones I love to bone
Ridin' chrome while gettin' dumb, in my zone on Methadone
She trynna' f*ck so we took it home, Mick Jagger on Rolling Stone
Rollin' chrome, pop the trunk, shake that ass, she poppin' dunk
I'm rollin' hard, she drunk as f*ck, I said I'm rollin' hard and she drunk as f*ck
Pop them pills by the seal, these hoes say I'm a junkie, give a f*ck what you think
Bet you wanna f*ck this [?] slim white motherf*cker, West Bank what I'm reppin'
Money over everything, them b*tches come in second
Couple goonies couple 'migos guess I'm well connected
b*tches be impressed with what I'm always dressed in
Vans be the freshest, one go neckless
We blowin' motherf*cker chillin' in the smoking section
Recognize my presence, rollin' like the president
b*tches shaking ass, while I just count my blessings
Four-hundred degrees, bad b*tch with double Ds
She keep that weight slim 'cause she always snorting keys
Rollin' like a G, NOLA on my sleeve, she said I'm f*ckin' crazy and I told her I agree
Now inhale, exhale, pop one or two x-pills
And Imma' lay back while you show me how that neck feel
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
$crim, $crim
No hook, no hook
I'm hookless
See these motherf*ckers don't know why we [?], they think I'm just about the beats
But this right here, this all me
[?]
LA, West Bank
I'm gone
Yeah