No Hook lyrics

[Verse 1: Beno]
Hold on, bae, yeah, real quick, I gotta water whip (Southside sh*t)
I got a play around the corner for a half a split
My unky called, said "Do your thing," he passed me a brick
Still in the hood with my n*ggas even though I'm rich
I'm 'bout to dip off with this b*tch, auto-start the whip (It's a Wayne beat)

[Verse 2: Drego]
Man, these n*ggas beefin' over hoes, I don't know how they get
It's badda-boom, badda-bang, but it ain't 'bout a b*tch
It's 'bout the bud, 'bout the beans, boy, it's 'bout a brick
This b*tch got a heat sensor, I ain't 'bout to miss
This like a fourteen-piece like a lotto pick
I made a quick ten-piece, b*tch, Jamaal Tinsley
I lay low and blow the pros in the ninth inning
I have my n*ggas paint your brib like a nice tеnant

[Verse 3: BandGang Masoe]
My name Jordan, I don't know Bennett, I ain't in it
Wе get word that's your block, watch how quick we spin it
I done got rich twice, but I always spend it
You a rookie, you ain't school like your ass suspended
We hit the club, don't announce us, we don't want the attention
We might have to catch a body and flee out the business
I'll hit you, you, and you, we ain't leavin' no witness
Put them blues in your head like you Marge Simpson, n*gga

[Verse 4: BandGang Paid Will]
Your trap movin' slow, what's the hold-up?
My n*gga fresh out and got pole tucked
I don't know them n*ggas, but they know us
Real Bronx Baby, name a time I ain't showed up
You late on your rent, we just flushed an eight
It was plain at first, told 'em bust the face
Shootin' four-five-six, n*gga, what's the bank?
Have brodie hit you up with a rusty K, n*gga

[Verse 5: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
They all gettin' knocked off in the name of Paid
You can't come around if you ain't tryna bake the cake
A lot of paper on them heads, watch it circulate
I told bae to blow his socks down, caught him off the bait
Blowfish, a faceshot gon' swole his sh*t right away
Oh sh*t, y'all know y'all f*cked up lettin' us in the bank
More bricks, more clips, the work and magazine tape
No sh*t, Sherlock, I like the whole town with crank
Paid Will paid still, you rattin' n*ggas' pappy, huh?
No deal, four mil', my baby need a Grammy, huh
No chill, go kill—
No chill, go kill if he ever got an addy