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Possibly the most chilling Lex Luger beat ever released, it begins with a dark sync bass under a frantic arpegiating melody, with Fredo saying in an almost timid way, “Lets get it, Lets get it, 3hunna) soon entered with a subtle but noticeable lead which repeats for a lot of the song.
[Intro:]
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it (300)
[Verse]
Fuck the law, fuck the judge, tell 'em free all my guys
Been doing this since a young nigga
Don’t know nothing about you other guys
Rob a nigga, servin' packs
Folks 'nem catchin' 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 servin' London pies
No new nigga, I swear we don’t fuck with yall niggas
Fake niggas, I try to stay away from fuck niggas
Bad bitches, well 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, trappin' hard like I ain’t got a penny
Niggas sneak dissin', actin' like I won't pull up with that semi
Gun shows, young niggas, shoot till the clip empty
Mob life, trap life, actin' like I ain’t got it in me
Bad bitches suck my dick in the kitchen where I’m water whippin'
Seal all my work 'cause the dogs sniffing when I’m road tripping
Cut a couple bad bitches off, 'cause they be goldigging
Real street nigga, I guess I was molded different
Heard a hard head makes a soft ass, I was told different
Front on me, that’s when you gon' 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 nothin', 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 fixin'
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
[Outro]
Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all
Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, fuck y'all (Huh)
No Hook was written by Fredo Santana.
No Hook was produced by Lex Luger.
Fredo Santana released No Hook on Thu Oct 03 2013.