No Love

Ain't no love, a-ain't no love

Ayy, slidin' off a Perc, yeah, bitch, it got me swervin'

Bag a bitch, she curvy, pussy hittin' perfect (what up? What up?)

This lil' ho so bad that it got me actin' nervous (yeah)

I pull it out, she talkin' 'bout: Boy, that shit there finna hurt me

Cut up in the Lamb' like I pulled up doin' surgery

When I pop out with that blam, bitch, I'm finna get to purgin'

It's a whole lot of snakes in the crowd, it's some serpents, vultures

Ridin' with that thirty, right up in the holster

Ain't nothin' like a cheater, stay jocked, this ain't no re-rock (huh)

I was beatin' up my Reeboks, now I done fucked around, got my cheese up (come on)

Only pop up 'bout a check, it's a reason I brought the Glee out (yeah, yeah)

You bleed how I bleed, but I go to Louis, you go to Levi's (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Why he wildin'? Bitch, 'cause 3 out

I can't wait till they let Steve out

Nasty ho, we ain't even leave the car, she tryna pull my meat out (come on)

You ain't ready to up that bitch and blow it, pussy better leave out (bah, bah)

I ain't got no love for no pussy or no peon (yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)

I got dope all in my lungs, I got lean all in my piss

I got Quagen in my cup, pussy, I don't sip no Tris

Ain't nobody ain't have no love for me when I was on my dick

I done ran it up, now it's twenty on both of my wrists

I done went hit Johnny, 20K in diamonds, bought my bitch

You see these VV's shining, try to take 'em, firin' off the switch (fire off the rip)

Firin' off the rip, you play, we send you flyin', bitch, I'm firin' off the hip, yeah

Ayy, slidin' off a Perc, yeah, bitch, it got me swervin'

Bag a bitch, she curvy, pussy hittin' perfect (hmm, hmm)

This lil' ho so bad that it got me actin' nervous (come on)

I pull it out, she talkin' 'bout: Boy, that shit there finna hurt me (come on)

Cut up in the Lamb' like I pulled up doin' surgery

When I pop out with that blam, bitch, I'm finna get to purgin' (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

It's a whole lot of snakes in the crowd, it's some serpents, vultures

Ridin' with that thirty, right up in the holster (baow, baow)

I say we take his shit, thank you, sir, I need that off (I need that)

I ain't even have to jump folks gate, I walked right in 'cause the gate wasn't locked (I walked right in)

I see why niggas hidin', they know shit get slimy, grimy (slime)

Dthang steal when he get quiet, you look for somethin', you not gon' find it

We on the E-way flyin', it ain't fuck 12 'cause they stopped tryin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Car too fast, we slide and glidin', they know not to get behind it

I'ma spray, can't duck my fire

Brrt, baow, we blow, you die (baow, baow, baow, baow)

I don't know why hoes be mad, they seem to forget they not mine

She say: Why you cheatin' on me? , what the hell you talkin' 'bout, bitch? (What the fuck?)

I wanna know if you fuckin' or not, other than that, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit

Baby girl, you can't be trusted 'cause your ass eat shrimp and grits