No Hook

[Intro]
(Gang, gang, gang, gang)
What up, Meech?
Good looking out, my nigga
No hook on this bitch, I'm finna show these niggas, dawg
(Meech)

[Verse]
Why you keep beatin' on yo' bitch? She keep on sucking bro dick
My rocks so white, them bitches hit, look like they bust out a brick
Take niggas back to 06, clutching on kuttas with fists
Nigga, go ask yo' lil' bitch, she was loving the clique
Fast forward down the road, had that beam on the semi
Seven bands, drinking Rémy, D.U.Bs on the Henny
[?] spinnin' hard [?]
Been had shootouts on the Seven, I ain't new to this, nigga
I'm the king of the Mile on this hitta shit, nigga
Shoot a whole dub in yo head, you ol' illiterate, nigga
Don't want no features with you actors, I don't fuck with you rappers
Wasn't for Jazz, I woulda been hit you niggas with clappers
Y'all ain't no killers, y'all some rappers, why you flexin', nigga?
Hit you with fifty, catch you slippin' at the Weston, nigga
Flеxin' with scales on the 'Gram, oh, you flipping weight, nigga?
Wе the 1030 gang, come get yo' chicken ate, nigga
GCG, bitch nigga, we the scurviest clique
Can't wait to bump into these niggas and 1030 they shit
They only talkin' tough shit when they deep as hell, nigga
'Til I pull them kuttas out and make them eat some shells, nigga
I been peep these rap niggas, they all play-play, nigga
Shoot the fucking club up, like I'm Yae Yae, nigga
Five hunnid revolver bustin' mothafuckin' chunks off niggas
Knock yo face and yo' mothafuckin' Buffs off nigga
Put us up against some hittas, we don't cut soft niggas
Unless they talkin' like they cut, bro-bro gon' up Moss nigga
We the 1030 gang, prolly robbed yo' man
The Mac 90 make a nigga do the Pablo Dance
Call me Chino, if you ain't know me, I'm the fucking gang lord
You had that iron on you, bitch, and you ain't even slang yours
I got niggas doing life, pussy, free Jay, nigga
Caught that nigga slippin' all at the G way, nigga
Your fans see you in real life and they run up quick
Our fans see us in real life and then they be shook then a bitch
We in the kitchen on the stove, we ain't cookin' no fish
Bro-bro left her on the East, nigga look for yo bitch
Stomp a nigga ass out 'til he can't see shit, nigga
Better not be throwin' up no signs unless it's HB, nigga
Zip a nigga out them R's, 1030 don't pay these lames
HBSC, we the GoBrazy Gang
Ain't no clones in the house, nigga, just P's and B's
What's in my pants? Hella bands, nigga, E's and C's
You ol' fuck ass nigga, we know you ratted on some nigga
You ain't really in the gang unless it's tatted on you, nigga
Know the gang so sleezy, we had yo' bitch off ease
Wait 'til we see some real cheese, the whole clique goin' free
My nigga Pasa take yo' shit and he don't even wear chains
Got that custom Five Seven, boi, this bitch [?]
Chino be goin', damn, that nigga got bars for days
Come cop some E's, my niggas still got jars for days
I'm 17 on the east, had AR's and K's
Don't be comin' where we at, they know they cars get blazed
Choppa get yo' bands, fuck romance
I don't slow dance, I do the smoke dance
Glock 4 with my Wohan
Have 'em sleep yo' ass for these four bands
I ride with straps then dodging black
I don't Act sip, I wack niggas
These Robin jeans cost a rack, nigga
Have lil' bro come wack niggas, gang