[Lyric] No Hook Freestyle feat. Yung CJ (Gucci Gabe)

[Intro: Gucci Gabe]
𝘚𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘞𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘚𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 (𝘠𝘢' 𝘥𝘪𝘨?)
We in this bitch piped up
Bitch I'm geeked out


[Verse 1: Gucci Gabe]
Pop me a pill when I'm in my feels
Too many percs I cannot feel
My niggas whipping pounds on the scale
I really shoot to kill
Get in the way you get spilled
Hope he ain't talkin' he get drilled
Then his bitch finna' get filled
She run up hit it from the back
Two percs now I'ma spazz
Fat wood full of the gas
Cavalier I'm doing the dash
Too drowsy I might crash
Fuck it I get to the cash
Get to the bag get to it fast
2g's in my blunt thats gas
Ayy nigga pull up I'm lettin' it go
He cause' I'm fuckin' his hoe
In my cup it's codeine thats a fo'
I just put 2gs in a blunt woah
Niggas ain't tough they dont need smoke fuck that
Choppa on me I'ma run that (Doom, Doom, Doom)
How that gun clap
[Verse 2: Gucci Gabe]
Fuck that bitch i won't miss her
Get her out dismissal
I might just bust a nut on her nipple
Choppa eatin' these niggas like kibble
Ain't no BBall but I'ma dribble
Yo' bitch loving the percs she sniffle
I'm in the studio making a banger
Look in the mirror I see a stranger
Two revolvers on me how I feel like a ranger
You fucking with me you in danger
I bought the Audi, you bought the ranger
Yo' bitch on the percs i think they changed her
Sky walking in this bitch like i'm Anakin
Im fresh to death bitch i feel like a mannequin

[Bridge]
Fuck is you talking 'bout pussy
You ain't on shit

[Verse 3: Gucci Gabe]
.40 is hot its packin
I get my bag then i get my racks in
If i catch him lacking I'm making him dance no Michael Jackson
Put you on the news, no broadcasting
'556 leave you gaspin'
On this trigger I'm grasping
With this metal we get to clashin'
You dying you passing
On yo bitch ass cheeks i'm clapping
That bitch love when i'm tapping
In south prov we was trapping
Yo' body packaged like the bricks i'm wrapping
I could talk in this bitch and it still be slapping
[Verse 4: Yung CJ]
Man, look at this swagger
Thought that was yo' bitch but I bagged her
Try to flex get bagged up
Put yo' flag up
If a nigga buck he get blacked up
If a nigga knuck he get smacked up
I'm not yo boy don't try to dap up
All you talk about is cap bruh
You left yo mans behind tell him catch up
Finna spill his shit like it ketchup
He talkin shit bring my led up
This a big drum it won't let up
They movin to slow so I sped up
Give that boy a hospital visit
Need a check up nigga Re-Re
He a sped bruh
Me and Gucci to fast they can't catch us
These niggas mad we makin bread yuh
These boys pussy they dread us
Slash mans neck we behead him
Get to close these bullets newly wed him
You wasn't laughing when your boy bled cuh
Shouldn't said what he said son
We don't do no internet leave him on read bruh
[Verse 5: Gucci Gabe]
He jus trifling to get a reaction
Me and CJ boutta blow getting traction
Run up on me this Glock does subtraction
'223 leave you in the past tense
Pull up wit yo' bitch in the aston
Im good thanks for asking
I'm on yo' ass there ain't relaxing
Choppa on me it get to blasting
Fucking with me there ain't no lasting
Uh, this choppa sight red
We gon' catch you when that light red
Leave a nigga brain wet
Now the nigga brain dead
Forgot the bulletproof
So we sent them bullets through
Up the clip then the bullets flew
Yeah we hit his whole crew
My chains too sick like the flu
Ask yo' bitch what the Perc do
Then I pour a 4 of Tec' in my Mountain Dew