No Hook

Yung Catch- No Hook lyrics:

[Intro]
Glizzy Gang
Jon K, Gutta TV, you know how we rockin'
Yeah, Yung Catch!
You gon' be big!
Gutta TV!
High End Records!

[Verse 1]
We don't crash out for no reason
Walk 'em down and we gon' beam him
Tell 'em tap it for them tickets
We don't argue 'bout these bitches
All these sticks came with extensions
My heart cold, this shit get wicked
Big .450, that's my main bitch
VVS all on my necklace
You know how we steppin', bitch, we reckless
Cook him like some breakfast
Send your bitch ass up to heaven
It's a Glock, no Smith & Wesson
Lemon squeeze, I'll bust your mеlon
Throw them foes, I brought the TEC's in
Got 'еm mad like how I'm flexin'
Run the city, I'm connected
You can ask 'bout Catch, he reckless
Bitch, I'm lit like the electric
How I slide, this shit get wicked
Put that beam all on your fitted
Hit that boy, he come up missing
In the net, so I went fishing
Pockets fat like Peter Griffin
We don't argue 'bout these bitches
I'm too busy chasin' chickens
LOL, but bitch I'm in it
I get disrespectful wit' it
Fuck the opps, they don't be wit' it
Wrap 'em up, 'cause I'm too gifted
Light they back up like it's Christmas
Throw that mask on like, "Who did it?"
You should prolly pay attention
Love my type of bitch, I'm stickin'
Know my trigger finger itchin'
You might be the next victim
Bruce Lee, this choppa kickin'
Cutthroat the way I'm livin'
Hit the road, we on a mission
We ain't stoppin' 'till we get it
I can talk because I lived it
Bitch, you know we get to trippin'
Kill 'em all, can't leave no witness
I say, "Hold up, wait a minute"
Spin the block, don't think we finished
We are T'd up, it ain't Lipton
'Bout them bills, don't fuck with Clinton
That's on fire like Jameis Winston
Fuck the hero, I'm a villain
If you want it, gotta get it
My heart colder than the winter
Took your bitch, I'll prolly hit her
She gon' eat this dick for dinner
Freaky bitch, I'm rockin' with her
[?], I just want to hit it

[Outro]
[?], I just want to hit it