No Hook

[Intro]

It's Madara Beatz

Gotcha

[Verse 1: DZ]

(Dazz)

DZ, I don't know about L's

Unless that shit there ends in V (Huh)

Please, man can never chat for me

I come old-school like Ed Hardy (How)

I went man in their blood-clart face

So man get bun out their Nike Tech fleece (Pow)

Try step on the Nizz, you're jokin'

Man poke him then leave that scene (Man down)

Poke that then rinse with bleach

On the opp block, they hide, we seek

Put one in the air, not using pods

Better every day, still countin' P's (Money)

Jeez, cop out the beef and heat

Make you rise up and fry that meat (Pow)

Turn that white T red

Crouch in the floor when I shoot like Pete (Shoot that)

Got my blade to your neck like a bowtie

Like COD, man's so blood thirsty

Spin that 'round, ching that down

Fuck the man 'cah they man, they quirky (Ching-ching)

This bad B come badder than man

And this bad B come chocolate like Hershey's (Badders)

Don't be in the middle like partings

Or I'll clart it and turn man Percy

[Verse 2: YF]

I will turn man potent packet

With the blade, move bold and ratchet

Swing it, give a man low to manage (Ching)

Definition of cold and savage

Vroom, skrt, beep-beep (Skrt)

Why they now link up on the streets?

On the backroad, touring n' speed

Man crash that, park that to my G (Man down)

For the Heat 'cah the ends are scorchin'

Vroom, vroom at the engine's warren

Over there, get fried with a burger

Chips know unlimited coolin' (Unlimited)

The tugs are fuckin' hazards

So you better approach with caution

Bang this trap and slam that hammer

Like ending bids in an auction

Red bandana, raise that flag up

If you're not even with it, get bored

Prince of Persia, wavin' swords

Man down even point ain't bold

Girl, bruck your back on all 4's right now

Let me see how you hold this wood

Let me see how you hold this clip

And if I don't hit, then my homies would

[Verse 3: DZ]

Tryna hunt a man down like Ben, Owen

Like he does it in huntin'

DZ, I ain't in no fronting

Swing my Anglo, have a man just stuntin'

Or I might empty these thoughts

Tryna cause like a rasclart pumpkin, like (Baow)

We make the skengs 'dem beat

Finna tape off streets when, I rise and dump this (How?)

[Verse 4: YF]

Back then, it was robbin' hoods

Now, I'm dishin' out food like I'm Robin Hood

It's over there where the shots get took

'Cause swing that ching and you're holdin' a jook

Look

Ain't sendin' a chorus

When I say I was swingin' a hook (Swing that)

Blood, all of my tugs are drillin'

Don't slip or get left in [?]

[Verse 5: DZ]

Get left in a fuckin' ditch

Swing my right arm in a  figure of six, wait

In a figure of eight

I'm over them sides tryna catch this K (Dead)

In the mix like Bombay (Huh?)

In the can man stomp face (Baow)

Four years got rid in the wok 'cause I got down opps when I'm on mains

[Verse 6: YF]

Late night creepin' (Huh?)

But I still take shots in the mornin' (Shots)

Shift that gear then step in the gas

'Round here, no time for the stallin' (Skrr)

You would think that I have man sight seein'

If I say that we're opp block tourin'

In the field, we're scorin', scorin'

You feel the heat 'cah the ends is scorchin'

[Outro]

Fumez The Engineer