Hookless

[Intro]
This a $crim beat
Take three
Aah, aah
Yeah, $crim
Yeah, no hook

[Verse]
Welcome to the mind of a manic, got fifty people in this bitch that don't know how to act
Still got that fucking cash I ain't got to rap, yo Gotti with that work bitch I got that set
I'm a beast up on these beats slanging that 808, smoke [?]
Fuck everything I smoke is nothing short of great, shit every blunt I roll is by the fuckin' eighth
So you just keep your lyrics and I keep my [?], two chains up in my speakers it's mine I'm spinnin'
Shit I swear I'm sitting high and the sky is the limit, shit I swear I'm getting high and the sky is the limit
[?] watch me blow up in this motherfucker, fifty [?]
I just fuck them then I duck them I could never love them, cook 'em all then I eat these beats like they my supper
That purple drank I still sip, that purple weed still lick
Got one homie, couple chicks, bumping Boosie, that's trill bitch
Trill shit, I'm getting through, weed scent all in my clothes
Couple white chicks but the black ones I love to bone
Ridin' chrome while gettin' dumb, in my zone on Methadone
She trynna' fuck so we took it home, Mick Jagger on Rolling Stone
Rollin' chrome, pop the trunk, shake that ass, she poppin' dunk
I'm rollin' hard, she drunk as fuck, I said I'm rollin' hard and she drunk as fuck
Pop them pills by the seal, these hoes say I'm a junkie, give a fuck what you think
Bet you wanna fuck this [?] slim white motherfucker, West Bank what I'm reppin'
Money over everything, them bitches come in second
Couple goonies couple 'migos guess I'm well connected
Bitches be impressed with what I'm always dressed in
Vans be the freshest, one go neckless
We blowin' motherfucker chillin' in the smoking section
Recognize my presence, rollin' like the president
Bitches shaking ass, while I just count my blessings
Four-hundred degrees, bad bitch with double Ds
She keep that weight slim 'cause she always snorting keys
Rollin' like a G, NOLA on my sleeve, she said I'm fuckin' crazy and I told her I agree
Now inhale, exhale, pop one or two x-pills
And Imma' lay back while you show me how that neck feel

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
$crim, $crim
No hook, no hook
I'm hookless
See these motherfuckers don't know why we [?], they think I'm just about the beats
But this right here, this all me
[?]
LA, West Bank
I'm gone
Yeah