Who Needs a Hook?

He was making all these faces till I brought it out

Think he saw the sprays, he's acting normal now

Coming like the bailiff, coming to your house

Put fuck boys on faces, I left my smoke in the house

With some uck faces in the naughty house

And I don't like strangers, so don't bring them 'round

Talking 'bout this money, you look like a nounce

She thinks that I think that I'm lucky, she loves sleeping now

Who's that kitty on the phone?

Who's that gyal on the line?

What's that shine on your wrist?

Man a man ain't got time

Get a brick at 6

Fuck around, have it gone by 9

That batty move stiff

Man a come like Rottweiler

Stepped in the crib, put down some jims

Looked in the mirror and smiled

Man a man's sick, grip up the stick

Cock it back and go wild

Money give a young **** power

Tryna have it long like a tower

Like know we on these streets

On these beats, man come foul

Tryna get straight bricks

Make a young boy take trips

Doing gear six on a M-way

Hope the road can take this

When I roll it's straight piff

Back in the whip, I take risks

Got a green box in the back seat

No first aid kit

I do road tryna get that

Fuck a handout or a set back

Two hands on when I press that

Told man respect when I'm in jet black

Got a peng ting tryna undress blud

Like an ironing board, I'ma press that

I see everything live like webcam

But I'm still out here tryna get bread back

Man's just grim

Gonna smooth gyally and up tings

Sideboy in the handcuff ting

Stand up, get your bands up slim

Big blade like Sinbad

Man's been bad, I can make a man go swim

Walked in with the gym bag

Looking like man goes gym

I just came back from the T-house

Bando wings on a Nando's ting

The gang go where man go

You're a bad bro, you can get your mango skinned

Bring arms and aggro

Been afro, looking like I had no trim

Back then when I had no work

Get 'em down on a Rambo ting

What? I whoop ins

Bare kwoof, kwaf, kwif if you're kwoofing

One swing to the face that'll shook him

I don't need no gyal, but I'm looking

Fatty on the phone, man say she wanna jook him

Promoter on the phone, man talking 'bout a booking

Tryna stay quiet, but my gyal's cooking

Sideman get cut off for the looking

What? It's peak

Said he was a badman, said he was a G

Said he got the Os and he fuck with the Gs

Said he knew the Section, said he from the Heath

Didn't know P and he didn't know D

Said he love uck, man'a want up Tuschee

Did you hear these verses lock arff this beat?

If you don't, man might haffi pop arff the street

Tryna get bands in abundance

In the bando with the bandits

Bread up in my hands like a sandwich

Tryna eat good like a banquet

Money on my mind from my wake up

Gyal got a big batty then shake up

M.A.C. in a man bag

Act bad, put it to your face like makeup

Pagans, ain't friends, know we don't makeup

Man have been on it from time, you're late, cuz

Bros at the table, counting up papers

Real recognize real, they're strangers

Got ice, man's cold, might take that

She's breakers, so I might break that

Still smoking on loud packs

Make gyal turn bad from way back