Reese LAFLARE - No Hook (ft. Benny The Butcher) - Lyrics
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Reese LAFLARE drops his "No Hook" song featuring Benny The Butcher.
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There are a few indicators that rappers intend on snapping -- titling a song "No Hook," for starters.
An under-two-minute runtime also helps, as does a hard-hitting and uptempo instrumental.
Here, Reese LAFLARE and Benny The Butcher step ably to the plate, their two distinct styles blending nicely over the distorted 808s and frantic woodwinds.
LAFLARE sets things off with dexterous verse, the slightest menace bleeding into his bars.
"Coupe genie-blue and it came with three wishes," he spits.
"I just stack my money mind my own business." Reese LAFLARE - No Hook (ft.
Benny The Butcher) Lyrics.
[Verse 1: Reese LAFLARE, BENNY THE BUTCHER] So much ice you can skate on a nigga [?] they wanna be on, nigga Damn, I'm fly, I get flee on a nigga Your man a shrimp box, he a peon, nigga Take off on 'em like pew, nigga Neck lookin' like I got a chain full of Skittles Rider bitch, shorty fuck me to the rhythm [?] and you know we gon' [?] [?] On TMZ I'm last seen with your sister [?] get that cap off your system Had to stack my money, mind my own business [?] blue and it came with three wishes Get on that fuck shit, got young nigga issues Front page magazine, we press all our issues They ain't seen what I seen and know what I done been through Stretching my bitch [?] he gon' get bent too Partner can get pop a bean, senzu Flexin' so much my first scooter got rims too My cup runneth over, I'm feeling so plentiful Lil' Skate up, I'm throwed, ooh (Ah) Nigga pop a shroom, toad Y'all lowercase, I'm bold (Yeah) Damn man, I'm in it like go (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: BENNY THE BUTCHER] Niggas like me put them bitches to work She jump out the backseat, fixin' her skirt Bitch, it's Griselda, the gang with the wave This year made at least quarter million off merch And I'm on that gas so I don't do coke This white bitch with me, she might do both Chain on my neck, feel like I'm 'bout to choke And we don't call it beef if nobody get smoke I do the shit y'all imaginin' You never been like that, you draggin' it We fuckin' on expensive mattresses, yeah She throw that shit back, she so talented, uh These fifty bands I just made in a week? A voice in my head gon' tell me to spend it I ran it up, you can tell he a sprinter I'm callin' plays like [?] and Denver Dope boy, jumpin' out a Benz when I spin through 'Bout to get a new watch, [?] Been a lil' busy, all these ho's I gotta tend to Street nigga, sold dope, could've been a pimp too I know this money exciting you bitches Gamble my life, shoot the dice on you bitches I'm in a club with my ice and my pistol We slide on the opps, pull twice on you niggas (Ah) Benny The Butcher