VloneOmie, KR - No Hook Lyrics

I said pull up on me
You know where the drop
And you know I keep it on the hip like Pop
They be asking too much questions, movin' like cops
Got yo bitch in the ends, she runs me top
And I never been bitch, ask my dawgs
If u touch my broski, I promise you get dropped
And I'm with the bros, yeah we moving lowkey
That's ur opp? Last week you was homies!
Y'all be claiming gangs man, y'all phoney
Stay talkin' on my name but you don't know me
You say I'm weird, but your sister tryna blow me
I be making racks, but I ain't forget the bums that owe me
Used to be nice, but that's the old me
I'm all changed up, yeah I fixed my life
Stop talkin' on the net, talk to my knife
Bitches got left cuz they wasn't actin' right
I'm the reason some of y'all got through dark nights
Call me Batman, cuz I got the signal light
Got the block on lock, and it's super tight
The strap's wettin' all the shots, call it Mike
On or off the court, all my niggas are shooters
All your niggas do is just cap on computers
It's really just sad how they all have no future
And their girl like Lori Harvey
All my niggas ran through her
They really in they feelings man, these niggas too hurt
Shoutout to the opps, just heard one's on a t-shirt
Shorty geeking off the molly, now all of her teeth hurt
(Woo! Woo! Let's go!)
KR and Omie this shit is just heat
She that she love how we ride on the beat
I just like how shorty can ride on my meat
Get a quick nut, now she's back to the streets
It's young VloneOmie, I'm just too elite
I'm already at the top, niggas cannot compete
I said I'm fully charged, man this shit is complete
I never did track, I just run off on beats
These niggas like pennies, they're all obsolete
And we run it in these streets
VloneOmie and KR bitch, you know we've got the heat

I said pull up on me
You know where the drop
And you know I keep it on the hip like Pop
They be asking too much questions, movin' like cops
Got yo bitch in the ends, she runs me top
And I never been bitch, ask my dawgs
If u touch my broski, I promise you get dropped
And I'm with the bros, yeah we moving lowkey
That's ur opp? Last week you was homies!
Y'all be claiming gangs man, y'all phoney
Stay talkin' on my name but you don't know me
You say I'm weird, but your sister tryna blow me
I be making racks, but I ain't forget the bums that owe me
Used to be nice, but that's the old me
I'm all changed up, yeah I fixed my life
Stop talkin' on the net, talk to my knife
Bitches got left cuz they wasn't actin' right
I'm the reason some of y'all got through dark nights
Call me Batman, cuz I got the signal light
Got the block on lock, and it's super tight
The strap's wettin' all the shots, call it Mike
On or off the court, all my niggas are shooters
All your niggas do is just cap on computers
It's really just sad how they all have no future
And their girl like Lori Harvey
All my niggas ran through her
They really in they feelings man, these niggas too hurt
Shoutout to the opps, just heard one's on a t-shirt
Shorty geeking off the molly, now all of her teeth hurt
(Woo! Woo! Let's go!)
KR and Omie this shit is just heat
She that she love how we ride on the beat
I just like how shorty can ride on my meat
Get a quick nut, now she's back to the streets
It's young VloneOmie, I'm just too elite
I'm already at the top, niggas cannot compete
I said I'm fully charged, man this shit is complete
I never did track, I just run off on beats
These niggas like pennies, they're all obsolete
And we run it in these streets
VloneOmie and KR bitch, you know we've got the heat