No Hook

[Verse 1: Loose1]
Wayback didn't know about smoke
Knew about kitchens, knew about flick tings
Niggas wan' buy shoes and coats
I need more smoke, real talk man's itching
All I hear bare lies and fibbings
Main road, backroads, bare dippings
[?] when I fix up, you're tripping
Rambo, cah I don't know about slipping
I know about trap
I know about glides with my siblings
I remember when the line weren't ringing
Picked up a Q and I went up pitching
You was indoors, salty, bitching
Free the guys in the prison
Get rich and ghost the mission
Stack notes and loads of riches
Play by the rules, snitches get stitches
[?] In your pics, but bro you're stickless
Flexing for the bitches
Free up the guys in the cage like Nicholas
It's getting ridiculous
Talking on tracks, real life you ain't with it
On who?, like what are you kidding?
Hunt a rude boy and this beef delicious

[Verse 2: MashPies]
My whole team's on form
Tryna score points like the Lakers
Fat white rocks in the trap
Man have just brucked down, cat's later
Man wan' do on the ones
But with the shank, man's shaver
Do man up one time
Dip-di-di-dip a man out of his trainers
No face, no case
Man bang off a dots then leave no trace
Man got on his bro cos he done ten toes and left his mates
Them man don't come round here
Them man don't come where I stay
Feds tryna lock down the team
So I gotta do the dash like a race
On the glide with the mop
Spend 8 on a rusty old dots
Man putting work on the strip
Man put the corn on the cob
Get round there like a handyman and I'll do my job
Ain't gotta ask about me, no [?] or draws
I'll shot you a box
Get round there like a postman
Get round there like we own man
Walk around town with the stick
My opps them think I'm an old man
I roll deep with my squad
Got opps them thinking I'm Wiley or [?]
My G's in the can, so I still scream "free them up"
Until all my bros land