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F**k a Hook
4,657
Hip-Hop/Rap
F**k a Hook was released on July 28, 2018 by #Boyz Entertainment LLC as a part of the album No Hooks
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Release DateJuly 28, 2018
Label#Boyz Entertainment LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM88

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peezy
Peezy
Performer, Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Phillip Glen Earl Peaks
Phillip Glen Earl Peaks
Songwriter

Lyrics

(K Money made this)
Yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Number one ghetto boy in this bitch ****
(****)
You already know what's happening with that my ****
Yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Broke ass **** ain't never had no watches, no chains, no cars, no real friends
You already know how we comin' to eat
Young rich **** green
Uh
Uh
Let's get 'em, hey, hey, hey
(Hey)
Fresh as hell, left the crib for no fucking reason
(Yeah, yeah)
Fresh as hell, left the crib but I ain't fucking leaving
(I'm just chillin', chillin')
Nine hundred dollar shirt, two thousand dollar sneakers
(Ya)
Be careful how you run up on me boy, I run with demons
(Real demons, demons)
Twenty dial on me, I ain't tryna hurt nothin'
(I ain't tryna hurt nothin')
Told that bitch shoot her tongue, she got a purse coming
(She got a purse coming)
All the kids scream "Bingo" When that 'vert's coming
(They go easy)
**** know they play with me, they got a hearse coming
(Buh-buh-buh-buh)
Twenty thousand on my neck, thirty thousand on my wrist
(Yeah, yeah)
Pockets filled up with strips, bitch twerk somethin'
(Twerk somethin')
F and N with blue tips
(Yeah, yeah)
Glock .40 with a dick
(Uh)
Tryin' to reach for this shit, you gon' get hurt bum
(Bum as ****)
You know I can't do no song with **** if they told
(They ain't friends)
I don't wear no fucking bucks no mo', them bitches old
(Them bitches old)
All these bands got me saggin', I can't fit my clothes
(Yeah, yeah)
Say you want you a new ass bitch, come hit the road
(Let's hit the road bitch)
Got the world screaming "Fuck yeah", That's my new shit
(**** fuck)
Thirty on this rose gold, that's my new kit
(Hell yeah)
Heard them **** snatch yo' chain and you ain't do shit
(Pussy)
They don't try that shit with us 'cause we done blew shit
('Cause we done blew shit)
Louis, Mary jeans, I can't even fit 'em
(Can't even fit, fit)
I don't buy them bitches shit if I can't hit 'em
(****, ****)
I don't even want the dope if I can't hit it
(Fuck off)
I ain't givin' daps, don't call me bro, 'cause you is not my ****
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Bitch seen all this ice on me she say he can get it
(Get it, get it)
We'll turn off ****'s lights and make him come up missin'
(Brah, brah, brah)
Thousand bands in one night, that's how you come up ****
(Run it up ****)
You gon' get carried off the scene if you run up ****
(Buh-buh-buh-buh)
Gucci shirt and belt, I'm like "Fuck the sneakers"
(Fuck, fuck)
Filled the truck full of cons, I'm like "Fuck the speakers"
(**** fuck the speakers)
I don't want you bums around, I don't fuck with leeches
(Bums)
I don't even go to church, 'cause I don't trust the preacher
(****)
Did a tape by myself, I'm like "Fuck the feature"
(Fuck the feature, feature)
Dropped out of school in the twelveth, I'm like "Fuck the teacher"
(Fuck, fuck, fuck)
Need a blanket on my wrist, my shit's fucking freezin'
(Brrr)
Put a Freon in the Benz, you're shit overheatin'
(Pah)
**** staying with their birds
Talkin' 'bout they movin' birds
(Yeah, yeah)
I'm just lookin' like "Oh word, shit ain't add look"
(Shit ain't add look, look)
I sold rocks on the curve
(Yeah)
And moved out to the burbs
(Yeah)
All these diamonds on my shirt, **** add me up
(Add me up, ****)
Flexin' on these ****, got 'em mad as fuck
(They hurtin')
Talkin' bout so much flexin', they wanna tie me up
(They wanna kidnap me)
Word through the grape vine, you wanna line me up
(Oh yeah, yeah)
Word through the grape vine, they wanna sign me huh?
(Ah)
Word through the grape vine, we got some money 'round
(Real cheese)
Ain't talking 'bout no petty shit, a couple hundred thou'
(Real cheese, cheese)
Boy you know the stash protected with a hundred rounds
(Bad, bad)
We'll turn your momma crib into a haunted house
(Haunted house)
Better come and get this shit because we runnin' out
(Hurry up, hurry up)
Better come and get this shit I've got one more pound
(It's almost over, over)
You ain't really gettin' chips, you just runnin' your mouth
(Shut the fuck up)
Sipping drinks like it's the fifth, homie, one more ounce
(Yeah, yeah)
Written by: Phillip Glenn Earl Peaks
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