No Hook - John Gabbana

I’m in the streets for real

Taking jits to school 'cause bitch I teach for real

Say my name the wrong way shit get hot, I keep that heat for real

They sleep for real, my bitch she a freak, her pussy sweet for real

No peace for real, we don’t play that shit boy you’ll get beat for real

Breaking down a swisher bout to burn this gelato

No bodyguard, I got that choppa with everywhere I go

Buy a bottle, bitches swallow, feel like I’m Johnny Bravo

F&N is holding 30 and this bitch fully auto

Damn, love my baby momma but that bitch so toxic

Hold up, let me change the motha fucking topic

John ain’t bout shit, psshhh stop it

Link up nigga let’s get shit popping

Go broke, nigga I’m plotting

On the next nigga I’m robbing

On the next nigga we mopping

Turnt up nigga we mobbing

«Look nigga you know I’m from Duval County Florida nigga shut up»

Lick the bowl, wipe ya nose

Touch ya toes, strike a pose

On probation still keep a pole

If I get caught I’m going up the road

But I ain’t getting caught up

Don’t get yo self balled up

You niggas ain’t raw as us

You niggas is soft as fuck

I keep a toaster, super soaker

Once I fuck bitch I’ma ghost ya

Popped two tabs now I feel like Yoda

Nigga be stressing dawg it’s hard to stay sober

Still with the shits I ain’t even gon' hold ya

Streets turnt me to a ma fucking soldier

You know this ain’t shit to a vulture

I do this right here for the culture

Gotta go hard for the family, getting rap money and scamming

Ion even do that dumb shit no mo the crackers still on my back tryna bam me

Fuck it, everything dandy

Riding in a phantom no Danny

If I eat one of them candies

I’ma fuck that bitch through her panties

What’s the word

I don’t talk, I just sit back and I observe

Ran up a check I think it’s time for me to splurge

Yea I love her but that bitch get on my nerves

You see this hunnit thousand dollars when I smirk

«Ayy it’s John Gabbana nigga put some respect on my motha fucking name lil

bitch»

Look, shit can get jumping like hopscotch

Diamonds be dancing like pop lock

Got some good head from a thot thot

If you run up you get shot shot

Let me explain, not playing them games

We love to bang, you the know name

Boy keep yo head up if everything change

The fake gon' head out but the real gon' remain

I’m speaking facts, you making claims

Give me the racks, you keep the fame

Marionettist, I’m pulling strings

If you don’t want smoke don’t you speak on my name

Tell them hating niggas to sit down and take notes

Don’t hang around bum niggas I’m surrounded by goats

Girl you gon' be famous if we fuck and I post it

Out of all them rappers John Gabbana the coldest

I’m a different breed, this a breeze

I really do this shit with ease

Not too many niggas can fuck with me

So many people trust in me

John Gabbana feed the streets

My nigga I bleed these streets

They know wassup with me

Real niggas gon' fuck with me