What Hook? - bbno$, Trippy tha Kid, Howl

Sippin black shit, till I’m ratchet

Feel electric, now I patch it

Got some granite, now I crack it

Imma piggy bank, clank clank

Hit my diamonds these girls wanna dance

Spot the chance got no pants

Where my dickhead and my pants, ay

Cash out with a check, got a nice girl that’s a check

Cop some Nike, cop a check

Ball too hard now in some debt

Got some nerf now you fret

Cough a lung I need some tacs

Skrr Skrr Skkr now I jet

Fuck them xans I ain’t no bitch, yuh

Finna pay attention I’m your teacher in detention, ay

Only do this rap shit till I can cop myself pension, ay

Why you flexing so hard boy I think you got some tension, ay

Play this game so well I got you warming up the benches, ay

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

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, under mine

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 you 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 boutta 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

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 beat tryna kill me for the cause

Thank those bands or the man or catch those hands

Imma 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, blow up sets

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 buisness to see how I move

But all of ya tracks got me hitting the snooze, ay

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 will 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' yuh