No Hook by DB.Boutabag (Ft. #DRE West Oakland)
No Hook by DB.Boutabag (Ft. #DRE West Oakland)

No Hook

DB.Boutabag & #DRE West Oakland * Track #10 On Bag Klan Misfit

No Hook Lyrics

[Intro: DB.Boutabag]
Steppin' in these road runners, and my
Then you got somethin' to do with it
Niggas out here pillow talkin' like I'm cool with it
Slap shit‚ brother got that chop‚ he a fool with it
And they hold hundreds

[Verse 1: DB.Boutabag]
You know who speakin' on me‚ then you got somethin' to do with it (Got somethin' to do with it)
Niggas out here pillow talkin' like I'm cool with it (Why you sneakin'?)
Slap shit, brother got that chop, he a fool with it (Catch him naked)
Slap shit‚ treat 'em like a bitch how he do niggas (He's a bitch)
I'm Boutabag and I ain't worried 'bout no he-say (Ayy)
She-say, catch me on some bread like a cheesecake (Skrrt)
Sloppy roll got a nigga limpin' with a knee ache (I'm limpin')
Gang shit, slide and double back like a replay (Skrrt‚ skrrt, skrrt)
Smirkish in the party passin' sticks like a relay (Hold this)
Slidin', watch me do this dash on this freeway (Skrrt, skrrt)
You lyin', you never made ten on a weekday (You ain't made ten)
Yeah, I'm 'bout my chips, but I don't work for Frito-Lay (Talkin' big bands)
Talkin' for the visual, I'ma pop out where your bro stay
That smirkish, you better listen what your bro say (Better listen)
He barkin', and baby threw it back like a Thursday (She threw it back)
I enjoy West Oakland, if I get paranoid, I start squeezin' (I start squeezin')
When I jump up on the mic, I think my soul leavin' (I think my soul leavin')
He got mad and made a rap, I know you niggas seen it (I know you niggas seen it)
Black bitch bust the dick like a nigga sneezin' (Like a nigga sneezin')
Bitch, I'm Boutabag, BTK, it's our season
Yeah, I probably fucked his bitch, now a nigga leavin' (I ain't even mean it)
Ayy, big B's, think a nigga bleedin' (I ain't even, ooh)
Yeah, I probably fucked his bitch, now that bitch cheesin' (I ain't even, huh)
Say you 'bout a bag on IG, but we are not the same (Uh-uh)
Baby that's on dollars, I'm with drillers, they'll never change
Caught him at the function, he was talkin', we was takin' chains
I'm a dog, you a dog, bitch, we Great Danes
I'm 'bout a bag, you a lame, you are not gang
My brother militant, keep two poles like he Max Payne
He really drillin' shit, dunk on niggas like LeBron James
40 in his pocket, comin' off the hip like he Max Payne
Comin' off the hip like he Max Payne
Did I mention? All black like he Bruce Wayne (Skrrt, skrrt)
Bitches on me hella lame, givin' hella brain
In the coupe, uh, freeway, switchin' lanes (Skrrt, skrrt)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, I do my thing (Let me hear that?)
You see me steppin' in these road runners (In these road runners)
And my niggas road runners and they hold hundreds (And they hold hundreds)
You see a chain on his neck, take his gold from him
Catch a nigga lackin', see his body, snatch his soul from him (Ayy)
In my bag, I be lookin' like I stole from it (I be lookin' like I stole from it)
Poop G grab the K, put a drum on it (Put a drum on it)
Only suck me if you tryna put your tongue on it
Bounce up and down on that dick, baby, run on it

[Interlude: DB.Boutabag]
Did I mention? All black like he Bruce Wayne
Bitches on me hella lame, givin' hella brain
In the coupe, uh, freeway, switchin' lanes
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, I do my thing
Did I mention? All black like he Bruce Wayne
Bitches on me hella lame, givin' hella brain
In the coupe, uh, freeway, switchin' lanes
Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, I do my thing

[Verse 2: #DRE]
Stick Klan mobbin', air you out like a hotbox
Nine with a thirty, we tryna slop out this hot Glock
Water on mans, he cookin' niggas like a crockpot
Soak up his shirt, no water fights, leave the block hot
Up all night, I'm searching BINs for the next day
Death rate climbing, leaving suckers on the front page
E-14 hot, I'm sendin' bitches to the next blade
Period, she say she on that, but her neck ain't
Pressin' up blanks, in the suite, 'bout to read and write
He said he owe me on the 'Gram, but we gon' see tonight
In Iraq with DB, we got hella pipes
The one-of-ones green, we up in Saks doin' hella swipes
Put you on ice for sayin' names, better learn to fight
'Cause in that cell, we get that kite, you rollin' up tonight
We slidin' back to back to back, we really on that hype
And I just cut a bitch off 'cause she ain't tryna drive
I'ma fuck her bestie on the store run
My P.O. was mad, nobody answered when the door rung
Speakin' on me to a bitch, but I'm the wrong one
That ain't do shit but made your baby mama chose up and ho up
Put me on the feature, bet it go up
I just got some chip cards, I'm finna go nuts
My last 'site went crazy but it slowed up
Strippin' for the tooly, pop your homie, nigga, so what?
Fifty hundreds in my pocket, that's a light roll
The way baby threw it back, I had to hold on
Everybody talkin' 'bout 'em, but I like hoes
Catch me up in Neimans doin' fraud with some white hoes

No Hook Q&A

Who wrote No Hook's ?

No Hook was written by DB.Boutabag & #DRE West Oakland.

Who produced No Hook's ?

No Hook was produced by LoyalThePlug.

When did DB.Boutabag release No Hook?

DB.Boutabag released No Hook on Fri Aug 16 2019.

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