No Hook (True Story) - Soulja Boy

Pop out with draco, run up the pesos

Pint by the bottle, they callin' my Chapo

I ride the Lambo like I hit the lotto

I’m smokin' cookies and sellin' gelato

I know that most of these niggas be fake

Pussy ass nigga get hit with the K

I’m gettin' money, the fuck out my face

I walk in the trap and I pour up a eight

I catch a quarter million Bentley truck

Whippin' my wrist in the pot, I don’t give a fuck

Wish a nigga well, gotta go double up

Left wrist Rolex, sixty thousand for my shit it’s frozen up

Red beam on their head, I’ma hit em up

Drop yo location, nigga let’s go get it up

Bust down on a bracelet

Fifty thousand for my jeweler, spent it, I ain’t give no fuck

Young Drako nigga, you know I’m real nigga

Young Drako nigga you know I be trappin', my nigga

Young Drako run through the millions

Young Drako stack up money to the ceiling, my nigga

Had to go get a ticket

Most of these niggas be really bitches

Twin-Turbo when I skrrt this shit too the limit

Catch me in the trap, nigga I’m whippin' fishes

Okay, but that’s another story, back to this trap shit

In the trenches, put a hundred thousand in my mattress

Fuck with Drako, bitch you know I’m bout action

Make the wrong move, then my nigga start clappin'

You want a pint of drink, you know that I tax you

I’m the CEO of Money Gang, and nigga we blastin'

Hop in the Rari, and skrrt in that Aston

White Maserati, same color as Casper

Jump in the foreign, you know it go faster

A hundred bitches on my P, just like Master

Brand new Rari, man I don’t do the masda

Ooh I meant Mazda, ooh I’m eatin' lobsters

Hundred dollar Gucci shirt, I pop collar

Thousand dollar gold bottle, I pop it

Big draco on me, I don’t gotta cock it

I put a hundred bricks in helicopters

This shit ain’t got no hook, but I’m steady goin'

Stand in that trap, and I’m makin' it storm

Tornado whip my wrist, I fuck up my arm

Two-tone Cuban link, I switch up the charm

I walk in that club, and they ring an alarm

I’m seeing a junkie, I’m servin' the bomb

Giuseppe my toes, I do that for fun

I fuck on yo bitch while I’m grippin' my gun

I’m throwin' blue hundreds, I don’t throw the ones

I walk in that club, the strippers like «ooh, here he come»

Hop out the Rari with hundred round drum

Young Drako nigga, you know where I’m from

Young Drako nigga, came straight out the slums

Young Drako play with the pots, and the bricks, and the bon

I’m in yo bitch mouth, right on her tongue

Nigga want beef, it’s filet mignon

I ride in the Rover, I’m mixin' the soda

They call me Young Drako, they call me Young Soulja

Earring right, boulder

Left ring, half quarter

Bust down, new Rollie

This bitch actin' like she know me

VVS, out the water

Young Drako, nigga I’m fuckin' yo daughter

Malibu noble, you know that

I rock new designer, I don’t do the throwback

When you get money, you don’t gotta show that

I see the Police, I’m runnin' a four flat

I’m hoppin' the gate

Most of these niggas, you know that they fake

It ain’t my birthday but you know I’m gettin' to the cake

I put the Yacht right by the lake

Hit from the back, bust on her face

Young Drako, nigga

Stacks On Deck Money Gang, Palm Tree Entertainment

Gang, Gang, Gang

SODMG

Yeah, uh

Skrrt

Drako

Yeah