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Bbnos - What Hook Lyrics

[Intro: bbno$]
Gang, Gryfon
Uh, bbno$
Ayy, b-b-b-boom, chk, chk, pew-pew, pew, pew

[Verse 1: bbno$]
Sippin' black shit, 'til I'm ratchet
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Got some granite, now I crack it
I'ma piggy bank, clank, clank
Hit my diamonds dance, girlies wanna dance
Spot the chance, got no pants
Where my dickhead and my pants, ayy
Cash out with a check, got a nice girl, that's a Czech
Cop some Nike, cop a check
Ball too hard now in some debt
Got some nerve and now you fret
Cough a lung, I need some Tech
Skrr, skrr, skrr, now I jet
Fuck them Xans, I ain't no bitch, yuh
Finna pay attention, I'm your teacher in detention, ayy
Only do this rap shit 'til I can cop myself pension, ayy
Why you flexing so hard, boy? I think you got some tension, ayy
Play this game so well, I got you warming up the benches, ayy
Cat, bat, heavy net, plastic bag until I'm dead
Tag, what you said, frat, yo gang 'bout to end up dead
Med school, pass school, fuck that shit, I'm kinda cool
What I do, fine, it's true, boy you think I got time for you, nah
[Interlude: bbno$ & TrippyThaKid]
What? Gang, what? (Yeah, yeah, gang, yeah boy)
This shit is- yeah, yeah, skrr, skrr, skrr

[Verse 2: TrippyThaKid]
Throwing up the peace sign, find me on the East side
We don't need no freak, no need, no peace, no pistol, weak guy
Bitch, I'm on my heat, my brand new fleek gon' get you ordered on
I'm in the mood like ya'll you gotta do right
Boy, get it right like all the time
I'm in the booth, night time and I'm zooming, gooning, ballooning, undermine
Bitch don't get in my way, don't get in my heart, don't get in my vibe, alright
I just wanna do me, you gotta do you, don't wanna lose all the vibes
Fuckin' around, don't get buddy buddy, get it dummy funny, but we all the rhyme
This the key that gon' run it, don't fuck around with our money
This is the mood, we on the moon, we 'bout to dip on the public
You better be wishin' you us, don't wanna be freaky with us
You tryna be dissin' on us, you 'boutta get kicked in yo guts
Th-th-this the only way to get across, I swear to god
I'm passing blue team after blue team, got my mission in the trunk
I gotta walk around my city with my shirt up like a scarf
Because they see me and they beamin' tryna kill me for the cause

[Verse 3: Howl]
Thank those bands or the man, or catch those hands
I'ma smack 'em with the handle on my grip, you want my shit?
Well, bitch, I'm mad, as loud as a vandal
I'm so bad boy, ran with the scandal
So much cash, yeah, Howl got his hands full
Blow up quick, yeah, blow up sets, yeah
Yeah, I'm so lit like Baby with a candle, yeah
I don't really think about it, I just make my moves
I've been grinding quick, I'm sick, I'm with it, hit it with my crew
Had the lit, it hidden, hit some city winning, watchin' you
Tryna copy me I stop and see you'll never cop my views, nah
How you be with me and dip on the cruise?
But bet that you'll hit me to get ya produce
Caught up to business to see how I move
But all of ya' tracks got me hitting the snooze, ayy
Cooking up flavors all day, I see you craving and banging your plate
Savor the taste of the bangers I've made
I'm a major in flame, gotta wave it away
Fan on my city, I be whippin' through the limit
Drop a can down my leg, well, like it's grippin', boy, I'm swimmin'
All the land is my mission, boy, I'm zippin' through and tripping
With the sauce that I be givin', finna floss, I'm finger lickin', yeah