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No Hook (Intro) Video (MV)




Performed By: Peezy Da Kidd
Language: English
Length: 1:45
Written by: Davion Gaines, Jackson Hill Hill




Peezy Da Kidd - No Hook (Intro) Lyrics




Aye Lil Jxn they ain't f*cking with this one
(Ugh Ugh Ahh!)

All my niggas outside and they jugging fries (And they juggin fries)
Riding round in that stolo and it's tinted five (Skrt Skrt Skrt Skrt)
These niggas say they want me dead they want me deceased
That's why I always ride around with that .223 (Ugh)
You ain't gangsta you ain't with that shit you say you with (You ain't no gangsta)
If I pull up with my bro's you know we got them sticks (Ba-Boom Boom Boom)
And if I pull up to yo crib boy you best believe (You best believe)
We gone go to war with y'all we gone address the beef (Lil bitch)
I'm too busy getting money I ain't worried bout no bitch (I ain't worried bout no bitch)
She calling my phone getting on my nerves she always talking shit (She talkin' shit)
I'm on my shit you bet not test me Ima pull up with sticks (Ba-Boom Boom Boom, VLAT!)
I'm tryna make it out the Lou and buy my mama a crib (Tryna buy a crib)
Young nigga tryna make it out the f*cking field (Out the f*ckin field)
Them niggas that you hanging with you know they f*cking squealed (You know they f*ckin squealed, Ah!)
Them niggas ain't about no action they ain't doing drills (They ain't doing no drills Bitch)
The niggas that I be with yeah they do this shit foreal (Do this shit foreal)

This a real nigga party you are not invited
Heard his ass was snitching so his ass got indicted
Pull up on his block and ima start a f*cking riot
Choppa eat his chest it ain't on no f*cking diet (Boom Boom Boom Boom)
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Aye Lil Jxn they ain't f*cking with this one
(Ugh Ugh Ahh!)

All my niggas outside and they jugging fries (And they juggin fries)
Riding round in that stolo and it's tinted five (Skrt Skrt Skrt Skrt)
These niggas say they want me dead they want me deceased
That's why I always ride around with that .223 (Ugh)
You ain't gangsta you ain't with that shit you say you with (You ain't no gangsta)
If I pull up with my bro's you know we got them sticks (Ba-Boom Boom Boom)
And if I pull up to yo crib boy you best believe (You best believe)
We gone go to war with y'all we gone address the beef (Lil bitch)
I'm too busy getting money I ain't worried bout no bitch (I ain't worried bout no bitch)
She calling my phone getting on my nerves she always talking shit (She talkin' shit)
I'm on my shit you bet not test me Ima pull up with sticks (Ba-Boom Boom Boom, VLAT!)
I'm tryna make it out the Lou and buy my mama a crib (Tryna buy a crib)
Young nigga tryna make it out the f*cking field (Out the f*ckin field)
Them niggas that you hanging with you know they f*cking squealed (You know they f*ckin squealed, Ah!)
Them niggas ain't about no action they ain't doing drills (They ain't doing no drills Bitch)
The niggas that I be with yeah they do this shit foreal (Do this shit foreal)

This a real nigga party you are not invited
Heard his ass was snitching so his ass got indicted
Pull up on his block and ima start a f*cking riot
Choppa eat his chest it ain't on no f*cking diet (Boom Boom Boom Boom)
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Writer: Davion Gaines, Jackson Hill Hill
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