Video No Hook de Alana Blount 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Alana Blount - No Hook Lyrics

[Intro]
She broke so she gon hate
All of my niggas they ate
Money long yeah that shit straight
Fly yo bitch out to Kuwait

[Verse]
They say nana so nasty wit it
Fuck on yo bitch, I did it (yeah, I did)
Heard that you smokin that midget
He call me he wanna come visit
You niggas be switchin, b’s or c’s (hol’ up?)
Nigga which is it?

Hit a lick they call me Houdini
I’m always flexed up in a beanie
Won’t hit him back that nigga too clingy
I get what I want don’t need me a genie

Bitch gave me top in bikini
She wet I call her linguine
Chop a nigga up like he zucchini
Been in some shit you wouldn’t believe me

Niggas ain’t movin no weight
Hoe I got steak on my plate
You smokin a Dutch we can not relate
Yeah the dick fye that shit was so great
She broke so she gon hate
All of my niggas they ate
Money long yeah that shit straight (shmoneyyy!)
Fly yo bitch out to Kuwait
Ain’t talkin no money it’s quiet
Im finna turn up the climate (it’s hot!)
Ya nigga tryna be my client
I come around she gon’ act silent

All of these niggas they eating
Yo lil’ bitch yeah she is feignin
You cuffin her but she is cheatin
I get the bag yeah I’m feastin
Run it up what I’m perceiving
No time for the sleepin
I got ya nigga and he weepin
These bitches they creepin

Bounced on the dick like a trampoline
Ya nigga fine he wanna be with me
Fucked ya bitch & I made her my queen
I got yo bitch and she sippin on lean (that drop)
Shawty know Im smokin that green
Ya niggas clowns like mr. bean
I pass ya bitch and she gleam
My fits yeah they clean

[WL Fre$h Verse:]

Strike a bitch, lightning McQueen
All of my niggas they mean
Fit clean just ballie my jeans
Big red like Clifford , know what I mean?
Smoking gas ion need a break
Money stacked tall , feel like it elevate
Gas bags make her celebrate
Dick touch her soul, make that bitch meditate
Trap hot like a skillet
Get that bitch gone I know how to flip it
Like lucci gone wish me well
All of these bitches they gone kiss and tell
I got that drip out the mail
I put that drip on the scale
Like future I fuck up them digits
Like g herbo keep it 150
We the dream team of the mufuckin city
Get them bags in by the load we get plenty
Bitch I’m too cold Steve Austin
I want that green like Boston
My drip too wet man it lost her
Let that bitch go like a auction
Ion need no mask when we off em
Keep a strap on me be cautious