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Lil Tjay - No Hook Lyrics

No Hook Lyrics[Intro]
(That Mikey's crazy)
(Dollaz)

[Verse 1]
Bronx nigga got lit
Couple hunnid milli so, clutching on a pole tryna go legit
My heart been cold ever since a jit
Drip on my toes, Louis V the fit
Too slick, one the greatest he can't miss
Run up nigga bold, trauma got me swift
Plus I'm on the road gotta keep a stick
Benjis all in my pockets with a couple heads on my list
Everywhere we on shit, feel a threat and bro gon' fire off rip
Why these niggas mad? Probably 'bout a bitch
While I'm popping tags, living how you wish
Call it glass when a nigga swish
We gon' kill your ass when we see you slip
Love the nelly like the Rick, every time you see me I be in that shit
Lambo' engine it go vroom, all of a sudden, everybody on my dick
I don't give a fuck about a thot, like I give no fuck about a opp
I don't give a fuck about a nigga, end of day I'm clutching on this Glock
Niggas in they bag, they be mad
Jaytee bussin' gas 'cause he gas,free that nigga Spazz I want see you crash
Dummy I just laugh, 'cause he ass
For that shit he rap, 'cause he cap
Ain't no going back once it's that
They want see me dead, never gave a fuck
Tell him, "suck a cat," come attack

[Verse 2]
Woke up, fuck it on that bullshit
I was fourteen, walking with my full clip
I don't know a opp, that can ten toes down, say that I ain't never pull shit
Just a product running through them trenches
Nigga police out there hopping fences
Got this money now and I'm relentless
Was just feeding niggas on the benches
Clutch so fly, numbers going up so high
Rich so I'ma talk my shit, platform bussin' hush no why
Know these niggas mad, so mad, probably 'cause his bitch on my
Money got my wrist on bling, walking with this switch on die

[Verse 3]
Barely ever do the politicking push up on me, I'ma let my gun off
Canceled booking niggas spun off, all the extra shit because you wanna run off
Homie in the club, probably throwing dubs, I heard Christmas you ain't even hit your son off
I’m the type to slap a rapper or a streamer nigga, fuck round get you done off
Anyway I'm rich I do the shit I wanna, tell him Trench Kid get the munna
Nigga tryna box 'cause he hot, last one tried some stupid shit I think he dumber
Lotta niggas woofing, we know
Keep that shit where ever we go
.40 get to dumping, I'ma have these niggas ducking like a desert eagle (Oh)

[Outro]
Change ways I try, I try, I try (I, I)
Sometimes I try, I try, I try (I)
Roll in the sky, they force me to cry
Know no letting up til they die-ie (Brrt)