WTF Is a Hook? (feat. BWMB Domo & Neech)

Uhh Ohhhhh Yea it's him So much traffic in and out my doe, The neighbors out they window Niggas think this shit a game, nah this ain't Nintendo Never catch me wit no lames, my niggas stack up benjos It was neva for da fame but fuck it bitch we lit tho Ima run it up while these lames niggas fall behind Look down at watch oou that shit say perfect time Yea my time, switch the pace up you kno I'm bout mine Glocks, lil rugers, and big fat nines I hang around some solid niggas, don't play about mine I spent a lil ticket nigga you dont think I'll buss iron These niggas crazy they so foogazy and they lazy If it ain't bout the money i swear my feet won't leave the pavement I kno they hate it look at they face you see it changing I'm tryna run it up like Floyd these niggas faking I remember times when we ain't have it but momma made it I was born up in this shit it ain't no question no debating Many talents you would think a nigga was made up in the basement Started from the bottom it ain't too many that's gone make it Stimulating my every thought this wood taking me places Imagining the finer things money, cars, vacation Hoes broads ona occasion, talkin shit ona daily So tell these pussy niggas quit that mf hating You run up on me Nigga I'll leave yo ass vacant Too many niggas in my city lost they mind from chasing paper I'm riding around I serve da town You out a bounds you gone get found Niggas know how we get down Touch one a mines we paint the town Hit my line you need a pound I'm most likely riding round We ain't having no type a drought We having action year round We ain't nun like no otha nigga play an imma bust em I treat Mundy like a brotha dare a nigga try to touch em If it was any situation a nigga cross me den it's fuck em Can't even ride with my cousin yea I love em but ion trust em If you in da mix tryna get a fix den hit my line If im getting my serve on you know im clutching on dis nine She say she like the way I act an then she ask was what's yo sign No small talking to da point you ain't sucking dick so nevermind Got aspirations to be rich don't give a fuck bout getting signed Already made up my mind I'm self made I gotta grind Be where money be 4L he eva fold he ain't one a mine I ain't neva been no bitch I kill myself for a drop a dime If it's beef I cook you pop a bar and never see the beef Wake up the next morning still be on it forgot I hit the beef If he claim he want it but don't want it better keep the peace Thinking imma warn em ain't no warning leave his ass deceased Nigga we be on it night and morning know we love to creep Got ya momma crying water falls just like TLC I be steady making money calls bitch I work for me Hide the cash you know I duck it off I call it bank of Neech Stash some money cause Ill blow it all I'm damn near still a teen Bags of money falling out my draws ain't got no room to breath Bitch I'm naptown east-side where them murders be Niggas all talk weak sauce I just do my thing Funny money fucking up a play and you be MIA Catch wit them Zoe's that's them Haitians on a paper chase Might post up with some moes gotta Cuban might erase yo face