Notebook (No Hook) Lyrics Translation in English

Translation
Something Wrong?

[Intro]

(Ayy, pull up, Lam)

(Ayy, pull up, Lam)



[Verse]

I'm so tired of you tellin' me that he sorry (Sorry)

I’m so tired of you telling me that he’s sorry (Sorry)

Missin' my shows and meet and greets like I ain't an artist (Artists)

Missing my shows and meet and greets like I ain’t an artist (Artists)

Love to take drugs to keep me above, I'm just honest (Honest)

Love to take drugs to keep me above, I’m just honest (Honest)

They know who I am, they make up rumors, I'm honest (Honest)

They know who I am, they make up rumors, I’m honest (Honest)

He ain't support like he used to, he said I'm garbage (Garbage)

He ain’t support like he used to, he said I’m garbage (Garbage)

Now he at my shows, askin' for tickets like we partners

Now he’s at my shows, asking for tickets like we’re partners

I'll check on my partner mom before I ever check on my followers

I’ll check on my partner's mom before I ever check on my followers

I fuck with a throat GOAT, but she graduated to a swallower

I mess with a throat GOAT, but she graduated to a swallower

You know who you is, you know what you did

You know who you are, you know what you did

You know who you was, you know, dirty bitch

You know who you were, you know, dirty bitch

You know goofy niggas, you know different cliques

You know goofy guys, you know different cliques

You know how you mad, you know I'm the shit

You know how you’re mad, you know I’m the shit

You ain't support me at all

You ain’t support me at all

How you say you my dog?

How you say you’re my dog?

Told you, I lost it all

Told you, I lost it all

You ain't even come call

You ain’t even come call

Watchin' story from a fake page and I seen 'em shoppin' at the mall

Watching story from a fake page and I saw ‘em shopping at the mall

Told him I need a handout, he ain't respond to me at all

Told him I need a handout, he ain’t respond to me at all

Four pockets full, full of hundreds

Four pockets full, full of hundreds

Forty million cash from a label

Forty million cash from a label

I ain't fallin' out with my homies

I ain’t falling out with my homies

Call 'em, tell 'em put it on the table

Call ’em, tell ’em put it on the table

Before it was bails, bonds, I paid cash, I ain't never say I ain't able

Before it was bails, bonds, I paid cash, I ain’t never say I ain’t able

Broke bitch asked for a crib, petty ass, got the bitch a craddle

Broke bitch asked for a crib, petty ass, got the bitch a cradle

I know what you did, so I hate you

I know what you did, so I hate you

I know what you did for the paper

I know what you did for the paper

Why you called the police on your man?

Why you called the police on your man?

He on papers, you know they gon' take him

He’s on papers, you know they gon’ take him

Put a four of Pai in my Crush

Put a four of Pai in my Crush

I ain't fuck online with my nuts

I ain’t mess online with my nuts

Wuk shoot, I rely on his guts

Wuk shoot, I rely on his guts

Benji boys, I know he gon' clutch

Benji boys, I know he gon’ clutch

Trench baby, dirty little bastard

Trench baby, dirty little bastard

Soul hurt, ain't walk up to the casket

Soul hurt, ain’t walk up to the casket

Why I pour a cup and I'm fastin'?

Why I pour a cup and I’m fasting?

I just tucked the Drac' in my jacket

I just tucked the Drac’ in my jacket

Industry puttin' me in beef

Industry putting me in beef

Why do that? I'm signed to the streets

Why do that? I’m signed to the streets

Pull up on 'em, frrt, frrt, frrt (Baow)

Pull up on ’em, frrt, frrt, frrt (Baow)

Why the fuck I'm arguin' over beats?

Why the fuck I’m arguing over beats?

Brodie pulled up in the statements

Brodie pulled up in the statements

It's stolen 'cause he ain't even got the key

It’s stolen ’cause he ain’t even got the key

Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, I ain't do it 'cause they was checkin' IDs

Thought about putting pounds on the jet, I ain’t do it ’cause they was checking IDs

Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, I ain't do it 'cause they gon' put it on me

Thought about putting pounds on the jet, I ain’t do it ’cause they gon’ put it on me

Thought about puttin' pounds on the jet, but the Juice WRLD shit be scarin' me (Uh)

Thought about putting pounds on the jet, but the Juice WRLD shit be scaring me (Uh)

Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)

Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)

This shit right here, no hook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)

This shit right here, no hook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)

Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)

Put this in my notebook (Woah-woah, woah-woah, woah-woah)

This shit right here, no hook

This shit right here, no hook

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