No Hook - Fredo Santana

Fuck the law, fuck the judge

Tell them free all my guys

Been doing this since a young nigga

Don’t know nothing about you other guys

Rob a nigga, serving packs

Folks know I’m catching homicides

Turn your back, cross me, well let’s call it suicide

Mama tied, yeah been with the shits

Let’s get the dramafide

Mama crying, couple bodies dropping from the other side

Couple british plugs, so that means I got London ties

Couple british plugs, so that means I’m serving London pies

No new nigga I swear we don’t fuck with ya’ll niggas Fake niggas

I try to stay away from fake niggas

Bad bitches, I love me some bad bitch

But never love her, but she can take my cash with her

Ball hard, cause when I die, I can’t take this cash with me

Still in the trap, trapping hard like I ain’t got a penny

Niggas sneak dissing, acting like I won’t pull up with that semi

Gun shows, young niggas, shoot till the clip empty

Mob life, trap life, acting like I ain’t got it in me

Bad bitches suck my dick in the kitchen where I’m water whipping

Seal all my work cause the dogs always sniffing when I’m road tripping

Cut a couple bad bitches off, cause they be goldigging

Real street nigga, I guess I was mo different

Heard of hardhead making so fast, I was different

Front on me, that’s when you gonna meet that cold feeling

Leave you on the ground stretched out, with some holes in you

If you real, you ain’t even got to phony kick it

If it’s beef, it’s nothing, I’ll just find out where your homies kick it

Put some money on your head, boy you better pay attention

Dope fiends call my phone when they need a fixing

I swear I don’t trust a motherfucker

I’m getting money like a motherfucker

And I don’t trust a motherfucker

I’m getting money like a motherfucker

Fuck ya’ll