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no hook (radio edit) - yung hot lyrics

[intro: getrichzay]
yeah (gang)

[verse 1: getrichzay]
try to push up on cook road (uh*uh), bet they won’t make it out (uh*uh, and i got the yayo)
yeah, gave that lil’ b*tch somethin’ to eat, but i ain’t take her out (uh*uh)
yeah, we get that lo’, we send up ticks (aight), we cap his granny house (let’s go)
yeah, b*tch, you know i was thuggin’ bad, had shotguns at my mammy house (thuggin’ n*gga)
uh, i ain’t gon’ talk ’bout all that smoke that me and my gang was handing out (uh*uh)
yeah, i already busted my t**th down once, i’m finna go do it again (f*ck it)
she say she ain’t gon’ suck my d*ck no more, but she finna come do it again (aight, come on)
i told all my bros, “just stay down, b*tch, you know we bound to win” (let’s go)
i ain’t gon’ send no threats on instagram, i be tryna get it in (aight, come on)
ayy, push up on lil tay (lil tay), time to slide, you know hе gettin’ in (yeah)
ayy, b*tch, i’m in my prime likе 50 cent when he dropped “many men” (six)
uh, with them sixes, we dressed in all*black, hop in that mini van (b*tch, i’m with them sixes)
ayy, i ain’t gon’ put no hook on this song, i say (uh*uh), “punch me in” (yeah)
ayy, i ain’t gon’ throw no hook, f*ck you thought? (uh*uh) you get shot in your chin (bah*bah)
i drop that bag, you know i’m thirty*eight, know it’s time to spin (aight, come on)
we slimed him out, he think sh*t sweet (slime), we took him down, he showed his hands (shh)
that’s on my baby, i’m in the booth right now with more than ten bands (ayy, n*gga, that’s on my baby)
that gl!cky right here on my hip, you try that sh*t, your life gon’ end (pah*pah)
[bridge: yung hot & getrichzay]
878 (mmm, mmm, mmm)
yung hot
aight, let me hear

[verse 2: yung hot]
i’m havin’ motion, i move work without my phone
i had a trash bag full of ‘za, i made two calls, i got ’em gone (gone)
we ditched that rock like jerry west, got molly water, no michael phelps (go)
i say, “rest in peace n*gga john madden” and i get you sack, no play action
top slime like young thug, i’m only poppin’ out with my gunners (slatt, ah)
i got some locs, they like the cs, wait to track you down like a bounty hunter
i be standin’ tall like rasheed wallace, i’ma fall off with this tec
feel like timmy penny, took the harder way, might get a verse from durags (yeah)
ayy, walk ’em down, we gon’ hop out the car
hundred shots, we ain’t been to the bar
all my n*ggas rock with heavy metal, but ain’t none of us tryna play guitar
if we get the lo’, come through, mop his spot down, no superstar (frrt, frrt)
throw a bullet like brett favre (fah, fah), make him spend a night at the er (frrt)
we tryna get even, they poppin’ them pills and now they tweakin’?
my bloods, they breathin’, we let off some shots and left ’em bleedin’ (ooh)
i’m tryna start some sh*t like delante, west of the woof say, “i know he gon’ leave ya” (woof)
streets get cold, so i keep a heater, ‘head of the woof, see (woof), i know he gon’ leave ya

[outro: yung hot]
blatt
878 or no way, 878 or no gang, queen street gang or don’t pay, n*gga
i just came up with juice straight off the top
sh*t off the top, no hook
n*gga, six to the 878

- yung hot lyrics

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