Fredo Santana - No Hook lyrics

f** the law, f** the judge Tell them free all my guys Been doing this since a young n***a Don't know nothing about you other guys Rob a n***a, serving packs Folks know I'm catching homicides Turn your back, cross me, well let's call it suicide Mama tied, yeah been with the sh**s 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 serving London pies No new n***a I swear we don't f** with ya'll n***as Fake n***as I try to stay away from fake n***as Bad b**hes, I love me some bad b**h 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, trapping hard like I ain't got a penny n***as sneak dissing, acting like I won't pull up with that semi Gun shows, young n***as, shoot till the clip empty Mob life, trap life, acting like I ain't got it in me Bad b**hes s** my dick in the kitchen where I'm water whipping Seal all my work cause the dogs always sniffing when I'm road tripping Cut a couple bad b**hes off, cause they be goldigging Real street n***a, I guess I was mo different Heard of hardhead making so fast, I was different Front on me, that's when you gonna 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 nothing, 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 fixing I swear I don't trust a motherf**er I'm getting money like a motherf**er And I don't trust a motherf**er I'm getting money like a motherf**er f** ya'll [x5]