No Hook 14 lyrics

by

Lil Pump



[Intro]
CB on the beat
Ooh
No Hook 14
And I'm on four beans
Yeah

[Verse]
I sip more lean than a cancer patient (Huh?)
Brought a gun in the club, I'm finna kill a waitress (Bwah)
I love doin' drive-bys, I don't like conversations (No)
If you hangin' with the opps, then you affiliated (Yeah)
I shot my photographer and I took his camera (Huh?)
I beat up my assistant in Little Havana (Uhh)
My sister stole a deuce, so I had to smack her
I heard your baby mama f*ckin' every rapper
Pop a n*gga, then forget about it couple weeks after
If you sip an eight of Wock' a day, you gonna get fatter
When I have jit, that n*gga finna be a rich bast*rd
Make her chug a bottle of Tito's to suck di*k faster (Woah)
Damn, I'm feelin' nauseous
I just ran a train on a b*tch with Andy Milonakis
I just drank an eight of Wock' today and woke up in a coffin (Brr)
f*ck it, I'm a take a PJ to the office (Nyoom)
I'm in Opa-locka in The W
I hit it and I didn't pay, I ran off on a prostitute (Ahh)
f*ck it, I'm a pop at a redneck ridin' a tramp scoot (Uh)
I just took a Rhino and I mixed it with the Tylenol (Yeah)
Make a crackhead do twenty push-ups for twenty dollars (Brr)
I just cancelled my show to eat some Benihanas (Yeah)
When I put it in, I'm a make sure I pop the condom (Ayy)
I beat a stripper up and took back all my dollars (Uh)
Wow, I need a psychologist
Mix the purple Wock' with the red like a scientist
He just ended up on the news, look what I done did
Beat my hoe ass at eleven, I also stomped the b*tch (Brr)
If I don't like the stu, I sh*t right in the trash can (Uh)
You should've let me pimp, you only doin' CashApp (Haha)
These hoes have pink pus*y askin' "Where the bag at?" (Yeah)
I shot her in the ass, now she got a fat ass (Fa-fa-fa)
You ever got a stolen car and drove it out the state? (Have you?)
You ever had your baby mama live in Section 8? (Uhh)
Every time I take a picture, gotta drop the rakes (Uhh)
I shot my Uber driver twice, I didn't hesitate (Ahh)
Put a bomb in his house, I won't speak about it (Hey)
I got homie off the H', he gon' tweak about it (Aye)
He just turned thirteen, he caught his first body
Sipped a pint in a wheelchair like I'm Stevie Hawkings (Uh, mhm)
Don't call my phone after two (Ooh)
I don't wanna hear if it ain't 'bout the food
When I'm talkin' about food, I'm talkin' 'bout Scooby-Doo (Scooby)
I got some sh*t that f*ck your life up, I can't sell it to you (Ooh)
Got a brand new choppa, but it's under my mama name (Mama)
I got him set up, got him booked for another chain (Huh?)
Stripped him butt-naked, beat him up and I took an eight (Ooh)
Feel like Tay-K, caught a body and did the race (Uh)
[Outro]
No Hook 14 (No Hook 14)
And I'm on four beans (And I'm on four beans)
Brr, ooh, ahh (Ahh), b*tch
I'm still servin' fiends
I don't even wanna talk on the team
Got a .30 right in my jeans
I took his phone and stole all his fiends
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