No Hook - Famous Dex

Woo!

Woo!

Lets get it

No 3

Irv Wattup Bro

Flash Don’t shoot Nobody bro

DDB SHIT

Lets Get it

I’ma Monster you can see it

All These bitches wanna fuck me

If you ain’t talking bout no money

Baby Girl you ain’t lucky

Hell Yea I’m Conceited

Hell Yea she can beat it

Keep Sending me these messages

Hell Naw I can’t Read it (Lets Get It)

Smoking Dope like I hide it

Got two Bitches ima pimp

Getting all Sonic Money

Hell Yea Shawn Kemp

.40 Shot Make em Limp

That Choppa make his ass rip

Oh Shit here Come 12

Call Moe Time to dip

Finesse a plug out a pint

Now Everybody Sipping

Popped me two Beans

Hell Naw man im trippin

Rob Dude now he missing

In The kitchen cooking Chicken

Fucking up my whole wrist

Tryna Cook me a brick

DDB That’s my Gang

You Can’t hang where i hang

Baby Girl Gimme Brain

Like a bird you can sing

Duck Duck, You The Goose

Got Some shooters Man They Loose

Catch a Opp Man they Lacken

I swear to god they gon shoot

All these niggas out here acting

I swear to they god man they fuu

Talking like you got some money

Boy you lying through your tooth

What had gotten into you

You got some pounds I need 2

Talking like he got that weight

I put them Robbers on you

Aye some one pass me that water man

Aye pass me that water

Hol up Hol up Hol up Hol Up

This lil bitch all on me and she shaking that ass

And the way that she do it, she do it real fast

I know she want money, girl I am no dummy

And you smiling so much, girl what is so funny?

(Hol up)

Bitch I smoking, bitch I been dranking

I’ve been popping these pills, so much I ain’t thinking

Im moving in slo-mo, I feel like an asian

You talking to 12, I talk to Ben Franklin

I look up to the lord, Im thanking my graces

These bitches they going, these hoes is so basic

My lil niggas thirsty, they taking yo cake

They kick in yo door, put you in your basement

And I keep my thirty, you Im never lacking

You run up on me, you know that its cracking

You say you a tough guy, you dont want no action

Im balling so hard I think on the Mavericks.

(Woah)

I got the xans for the low

These bitches they coming for more

You can get them two for four

They banging and beating the door

Like a cover I won’t fold

Leprechaun all on gold

My lil niggas strapped like Girbauds

They grimy and kicking in doors

Magazine get exposed

They put the red dot on your nose

They wack you and back on the road

Yes, I want five for a show

Can’t chill with these niggas they fold

D-D-B, you already know

Man I’m off drugs with the hoes.

(Lets get it)