Video No Hook 2 de Aftrr 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aftrr - No Hook 2 Lyrics

[Intro: reefuh]
Go (Rrr), go, go, go (Rrr)
Go (Rrr), go, go, go (Rrr)
Go, go, go (Rah)
Go, go, go (Rah)

[Verse 1: aftrr]
Spent on my wrist, 47, no 8k
Smokin' with reef, in my pocket, Prezi dente
No face no case, hit that jugg, payday
Hoe wanna fuck, then she might as well pay me
Boy better duck, he need backup, mayday
She got a big trunk, ass fat, Kim K
I got a big gun, choppa sing Ray J

[Verse 2: reef]
I eat good it's kimchi
I sip drank,, not Remy
Bitch, I tote that semi, semi auto, woah-woah, I
The draco stay in my Fendi
A fuck boy tempt me, I wave him bye
Rollin' ten deep, backwood sticky
Shit'll make him cry

[Verse 3: aftrr]
You countin' up crumbs I'm a real breadwinner
I spin on yo' block like Braxton Miller
I play with the kitty, no cat, no litter
Send him to God, I'm a real born sinner
Chop eat 'em up like dinner
Cinder block my guap, new winter coat
I'm a boss, yo' pockets slimmer
With her, in her mouth Floss, no denture, hoe
[Verse 4: reef]
I'm on a yacht on a boat
Put the Glock to his dome, like, the fuck is he on?
I'm sippin' on drank, this not patron
Like Allstate, I'm in yo' home
7.62 break his bones, pussy
Better watch yo' tone, fuckboy
You in the crib all alone, I'm on DND, get out my phone

[Verse 5: aftrr]
Breaking her back, bane, paralyzed
White hoe, Coldplay, Paradise
I am the goat, copy me I'm the paradigm
I got dos hoes, hola me, they a pair of dimes
How many bands in my pocket like 50
I'm off a Xan' and I'm sippin' on Trissy
Dumb off a dud it gon' do me so dizzy
Talk how I talk 'cause she like how I'm singing

[Verse 6: reef]
Hate me all ya' want, pockets big, big as fuck
And my lil bird'll make him duck
Like, what's the word? okay, it's up
I'm in a Bentley, I cut the Perc with some fenty (Goodnight)
I copped a crib, you a renter, king reef spitting fax like a goddamn printer
[Verse 7: aftrr & reef]
Uppercut, One Punch Man, my fist
You not one of us, Camp Rock, can't get in
I done fucked her face, I'm triflin'
Boy, fuck that tape, this shit ain't it
5.56 in the chamber, I lock it
Withdraw hundred bands, you ain't even deposit
Where's the bag? Oh, you done lost it
Boy, you stay on my nuts, like, get the fuck out the closet

[Verse 8: aftrr]
Me and reefuh like Goten and Trunks
Hop out the cut with some four in my cup
Up on yo' block, if its up then it's stuck
Feel like J. Cole bad hoe can't enough

[Verse 9: reef]
Ayy, me and Kyle gon' fuck up the summer
Hop out the car on feet, he a runner
This bitch on dick, OD, it's a bummer
She keep two hands on me, she a drummer