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No Hook Video (MV)




Performed By: The OMB Twins
Length: 3:50
Written by: Marvin Tatum-Crawley, Raymond Foster




The OMB Twins - No Hook Lyrics
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FUCKISTHEYTWINS
I'm tryna trap out the bando
I'm tryna pull up with camo
I'm tryna f*ck on ya main hoe
I'm tryna load up my ammo
I'm tryna shoot like I'm Rambo
Playing that bitch like piano
Somebody pass me the xando
I kick that bitch like a can hoe
Watch me pull up like damn hoe
I'm tryna trap out the bando
I'm tryna pull up with camo
I'm tryna f*ck on ya main hoe
I'm tryna load up my ammo
I'm tryna shoot like I'm Rambo
Playing that bitch like piano
Somebody pass me the xando
I kick that bitch like a can hoe
Watch me pull up like damn hoe
Stop hating my nigga go get you some money
This ice on my neck man you can't take it from me
I'm whipping a foreign shit white like a bunny
Remember them days it rain now it's sunny
You call me a bee cuz I'm all about honey
She hop in the back and she gonna gun me
Stop playing these games bitch this ain't jumanji
These niggas keep talking but they looking funky
Bitches be pressing they really be bummy
Ya girl suck my dick now my kids in her tummy
She been hanging with shrek cuz she gotta donkey
My niggas my hitters they bitches they want me
That bitch that you pressing treat you like a flunky
That bitch that you pressing treat me like a king
I feel like Lebron somebody pass me a ring
That ice on my neck man it come with some bling
Controlling that bitch like a puppet with strings
Ya girl on my dick let's not make it a thing
I was starving this winter won't starve in the spring
Cooking up dope on the trap yea I stay strapped with a Mac
Hit that bitch right from the back
Mar got some tree in his sack
My flow crazy I'm too wavy
Y'all niggas cheap like old navy
That 100 round Choppa it hold 80
It pop you and ya old lady
Y'all rappers weird y'all so shady
I chase a check so don't play me
I tell that bitch like go pay me
That hoe mad she can't play me
Remember back then I was broke asking the plug for some coke
Niggas they threw me no rope they let me drown off the boat
Now I stay spitting the dope my bars is hot like it's ether
My diamonds fresh out the freezer my ice is so water no Rita's
I used to cuss out my teacher f*ck that bitch under the bleachers
We share that pussy like pizza niggas they hate when they see us
OMB all over the beaters niggas they made they can't beat us
Nigga I'm sick like a fever I'll get you wet
Wasn't in school used to trap out the back
Begging my big bro to front me a sack
I ain't never worried imma get it right back
Watching these niggas touch money off crack
Run from the law like it's filled with a track
They see the opps and you know they attack yea
I'm tryna get me some Ms
I'm tryna whip me a benz
I'm tryna chef up the white
I'm tryna serve that shit right
I'm tryna go to the league
I'm tryna ball no fatigue
Ballin like I am Jeff Teague
Gucci and Prada my feet
The paper I'm steady stackin
Ps and my Qs I'm not lackin
Heat up the stove yea I'm trappin
Shit no comp I can tell
My name be ringing like bells
Y'all niggaz stay catchin Ls
Snitchn will get niggaz killed
No talented shit but I'm skilled
Im still tryna touch my first mil
I'm tryna get my first deal
Got the strap tucked in the mattress
Cooking up the work make magic
Alaakhazam like Alladin
Smoking that fire no dragon
Call up the plug what's happenin
Fake ass nigga not trappin
Hoopin nigga but I'm rapping
Come to these hoes im macking
Bad bitch she givin the couchi
Rock fendi the Prada and Gucci
Ice is so cold like fiji
She get on her knees when she please me
My niggaz shooters
And they be tottin the poles
Chasing dreams catching the goals
Standing tall don't ever fold
Bitches be acting so bold
Til they get smacked in the mouth
F*ck is they trippin about
Putting my kids on her couch
Hit it so fast
Hit that shit right from the back
Slow it down then bust it right back
Cookin up dope in the trap
Always stay strapped wit the Mac
Nigga I'm spitting the facts
Nigga you niggas is wack
Yea you niggas is wack
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FUCKISTHEYTWINS
I'm tryna trap out the bando
I'm tryna pull up with camo
I'm tryna f*ck on ya main hoe
I'm tryna load up my ammo
I'm tryna shoot like I'm Rambo
Playing that bitch like piano
Somebody pass me the xando
I kick that bitch like a can hoe
Watch me pull up like damn hoe
I'm tryna trap out the bando
I'm tryna pull up with camo
I'm tryna f*ck on ya main hoe
I'm tryna load up my ammo
I'm tryna shoot like I'm Rambo
Playing that bitch like piano
Somebody pass me the xando
I kick that bitch like a can hoe
Watch me pull up like damn hoe
Stop hating my nigga go get you some money
This ice on my neck man you can't take it from me
I'm whipping a foreign shit white like a bunny
Remember them days it rain now it's sunny
You call me a bee cuz I'm all about honey
She hop in the back and she gonna gun me
Stop playing these games bitch this ain't jumanji
These niggas keep talking but they looking funky
Bitches be pressing they really be bummy
Ya girl suck my dick now my kids in her tummy
She been hanging with shrek cuz she gotta donkey
My niggas my hitters they bitches they want me
That bitch that you pressing treat you like a flunky
That bitch that you pressing treat me like a king
I feel like Lebron somebody pass me a ring
That ice on my neck man it come with some bling
Controlling that bitch like a puppet with strings
Ya girl on my dick let's not make it a thing
I was starving this winter won't starve in the spring
Cooking up dope on the trap yea I stay strapped with a Mac
Hit that bitch right from the back
Mar got some tree in his sack
My flow crazy I'm too wavy
Y'all niggas cheap like old navy
That 100 round Choppa it hold 80
It pop you and ya old lady
Y'all rappers weird y'all so shady
I chase a check so don't play me
I tell that bitch like go pay me
That hoe mad she can't play me
Remember back then I was broke asking the plug for some coke
Niggas they threw me no rope they let me drown off the boat
Now I stay spitting the dope my bars is hot like it's ether
My diamonds fresh out the freezer my ice is so water no Rita's
I used to cuss out my teacher f*ck that bitch under the bleachers
We share that pussy like pizza niggas they hate when they see us
OMB all over the beaters niggas they made they can't beat us
Nigga I'm sick like a fever I'll get you wet
Wasn't in school used to trap out the back
Begging my big bro to front me a sack
I ain't never worried imma get it right back
Watching these niggas touch money off crack
Run from the law like it's filled with a track
They see the opps and you know they attack yea
I'm tryna get me some Ms
I'm tryna whip me a benz
I'm tryna chef up the white
I'm tryna serve that shit right
I'm tryna go to the league
I'm tryna ball no fatigue
Ballin like I am Jeff Teague
Gucci and Prada my feet
The paper I'm steady stackin
Ps and my Qs I'm not lackin
Heat up the stove yea I'm trappin
Shit no comp I can tell
My name be ringing like bells
Y'all niggaz stay catchin Ls
Snitchn will get niggaz killed
No talented shit but I'm skilled
Im still tryna touch my first mil
I'm tryna get my first deal
Got the strap tucked in the mattress
Cooking up the work make magic
Alaakhazam like Alladin
Smoking that fire no dragon
Call up the plug what's happenin
Fake ass nigga not trappin
Hoopin nigga but I'm rapping
Come to these hoes im macking
Bad bitch she givin the couchi
Rock fendi the Prada and Gucci
Ice is so cold like fiji
She get on her knees when she please me
My niggaz shooters
And they be tottin the poles
Chasing dreams catching the goals
Standing tall don't ever fold
Bitches be acting so bold
Til they get smacked in the mouth
F*ck is they trippin about
Putting my kids on her couch
Hit it so fast
Hit that shit right from the back
Slow it down then bust it right back
Cookin up dope in the trap
Always stay strapped wit the Mac
Nigga I'm spitting the facts
Nigga you niggas is wack
Yea you niggas is wack
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Writer: Marvin Tatum-Crawley, Raymond Foster
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