No Hooks II lyrics

[Intro]
(David Wesson)
No Hooks 2, n*gga
Back for revenge, pus*y
Yeah
Ayy

[Verse]
I'm back for revenge
I'ma make them n*ggas pay for all the sh*t they did
I'ma make them b*tches pay if they ain't let me hit
She on my di*k 'cause I'm lit, but I'm straight, though
Couple n*ggas had a run, but it came and went
You talk a lot of sh*t, but you ain't got no cake, though
How the f*ck you wanna ball and you ain't takin' risks?
You out here savin' b*tches like you got a cape on, dummy
Gucci head to toe, got on the latest season
Fresh as hell like I'm swiping, I don't play with pieces
Stay your distance, I don't like you, n*gga, take it easy
n*ggas hunt you down with rifles if you play with Peezy
Neck chilly, wrist chilly, it's a cold summer
Too much ice at one time got my nose running
Sunday night at rooftop and we got poles on us
Nike jogger, Air Maxs, I'm a dope runner
Ain't been on the road in years, I ain't seen a blue
Still bustin' Rollies down, still buying coupes
Still payin' hoes' tuition when I go in Truth
Still buyin' b*tches bags with the matchin' shoes
I'm the truth, n*gga, you already know
Brodie, leave them boys alone, they already hoes
Bag dropped a day ago and it's already gone
Thirty racks in all blues, look like I'm selling phones
My n*gga Snoop died, it f*cked the camp up
You can't be iced out without no strap tucked
I can't even trust my homies, n*gga, back up
Fightin' racketeering charges, still'll tear your ass up
Baby, hustlers don't stop, we gotta keep going
We don't look up at the board, we just keep scoring
A n*gga said I was telling and got beat for it
Matter fact, bring me his head, I got cheese for it
Nah, I'm bullsh*tting, that n*gga straight for now
He can go back to the club, that n*gga safe for now
But let me hear you mouth again, b*tch, we staking out
You ain't even worth it, let me get back on this paper route
b*tch, I had a bag when y'all was stealing clothes
Tellin' b*tches send they address so I can send 'em home
Pullin' up to LIV with the ceiling gone
Both pockets full, got me walking like I'm pigeon-toed
Rest in piece Soda, long live Rock
It's time to come together, all the bullsh*t gotta stop
Let's run them millions up and get our peoples out the swamp
Time to go buy up the block, no more sittin' in dope spots
All my n*ggas got a bag, ho, it's hard to choose
David Wesson on the beat, it make it hard to loose
What's poppin' in Kentucky? I want all the blues
Feds lockin' everybody up, I know you saw the news
[Outro]
Haha, ayy
Let the beat ride out, Dave
Yeah
Rest in peace Soda
Uh