A.ReeveZ - k**ed The Hook lyrics

[Intro: A.ReeveZ] Yeah, okay Y.T.N Yeah, yeah So I wrote this hook And then I wrote the verse and uh The verse kept going n***a It k**ed the hook n***a I said yo... [Verse 1: A.ReeveZ] Holding the tone in the glove compartment Only bring it out when a n***a wanna start sh** Or I'm getting weed from a n***a I ain't never copped with Fresher than you n***as all are Check myself out n***a, Wal-Mart Sex on the couch with your ex and your spouse These hoes cheating n***a, false start f** the cops and the government tryna take my prints, no Cyhi Hollywood made up events, I swear this sh** so Sci-Fi Paper trails, you can trace this dick, what you n***as want me or something? Better make it quick 'fore I get a hundred Bil and buy small country or something Getting rich on my Franklin sh**, riding round with my Asian chick Southside but yo side of town is my favorite place to get paper b**h n***a run that stack then run that pack f** is this Lo? Nah n***a 4/20 just pa**ed where the motherf**ing good weed at? Pick up where I left off, letting n***as know I'm the best out Gone stick ya chest out if you wanna test me Let me know n***a I'll gone head text Cross Dropping bombs in the Yo every time I decide to reload I be telling motherf**ers take cover cuz I'm bout to explode Better cover yo grill like I mouth full of golds I'ma ignorant n***a When it come to getting scrilla sh** I'm hunting for a million or better I will never hesitate if I got money in my face I will never take a break cuz I ain't running in yo race I'm a Cleveland n***a, G'z in the street they will leave you bleeding n***a Talking bout E.C to the Heights, keep that snow like Jeezy n***a From East 99th to 116th, all I gotta do is tell them n***as that I got beef They won't get no sleep til they see you n***as slippin' in the street And they creep n***a T.L.C ... They won't get no sleep til they see you n***as slippin' in the street And they creep n***a T.L.C I'm a beast and my leash done came up missing Plate full of rappers I'll feast on a rapper Don't believe me? Put me on a feature bet I make a n***a sound like Chief Keef on the record I guess these n***as don't like to admit you the best til you on Then they all on ya nuts like they always thought your songs was the hardest Yall n***as need to go home Getting dome while I'm on the phone talking bout Mils Rich n***a sh** and yo pockets on chill Dog I'm for real, f** with the money, get touched, we ain't coppin' no feels Trippy right? Young businessman living that hippy life Cigars and weed fill em up, R.I.P I just k**ed my hook [Outro]