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No love
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Grrah (Yeah, Jay on the beat so you know it's a banger, n***a), gang Ayy (Ayy), f**k wrong with a n***a, ayy Gang (Gang, gang) Ayy (Ayy, ayy) Man, I just be doggin' these hoes (Doggin' these hoes) I don't got no love for these b*t*hes (Hol' up) Whole city mad, 'cause I did it I don't get no love from my lil' city (No more) Chargin' the fifty, 'cause they tried to book me And you gon' die if you reach out this pendent R.I.P bullets comin' out this glizzy (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) Another gone, that's another killin' I'm on demon time, grab the cutter [?] Run a homicide, up in my city (Okay) Yeah, his brother died, f**k them other guys I done dropped a bag on them lil' b*t*hes I done got 'em mad, I got 'em trippin' (They trippin') I'm on n***as a**, stop playin' with me (Stop playin) They gon' make me mad, playin' with my siblings Made me f**kin' crash out of this fifty Made me f**kin' crash out of this glizzy (Brrt) Put a n***a a** up in that blender (That's real) Hit 'em with the switch, no, I'm with the shizz Walk 'em down, make his a** surrender (For real) He got stepper sh*t, tell 'em to send 'em (Ayy, send 'em) I'ma do 'em bad, slicin' his dimple (Brrt) Throw that right behind, that's my evil twin I can't tell you what I did with that n***a (Grrah) We tried drop us a opp (Drop us a opp) So many shots at his top (Shots at his─) Better stay in, we spinnin' the block (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt) We got some cash, ain't y'all seen Glocks? Glock at his face, we get the drop Up the ol' way, we get the drop F**k up the game when I say we chop We spinnin' the block Man, I just be doggin' these hoes (Doggin' these hoes) I don't got no love for these b*t*hes (No love) Whole city mad, 'cause I did it I don't get no love from my lil' city Chargin' the fifty, 'cause they tried to book me And you gon' die if you reach out this pendent (Brrt) R.I.P bullets comin' out this glizzy Another gone, that's another killin' I'm on demon time, grab the cutter [?] Run a homicide, up in my city (My city) Yeah, his brother died, f**k them other guys I done dropped a bag on them lil' b*t*hes I done got 'em mad, I got 'em trippin' I'm on n***as a**, stop playin' with me (With top shottas) They gon' make me mad, playin' with my siblings Made me f**kin' crash out of this fifty (Ayy) Make me f**kin' crash out with this glizzy (Grr) Spazz out when sh*t get sticky (Sticky) I don't need a n***a ridin' with me Less the people in the car 'cause they be snitchin' (Snitch) Try to slide on me, take that challenge (Take that challenge) Guaranteed he won't climb that mountain (Climb that mountain) Bullets wet him like a fountain, take him on a drown They gon' have to lost and found him (Lost and found) Hunnid sticks and a few bad b*t*hes in the loft, living life like Ross (Like Rick) All them Honey Buns cool, but I got a meal ticket, come talk to a boss (Hot sh*t) Few million on this and that, but a couple racks get a n***a knocked off (Hit a n***a) Ball is life, cross him like hot sauce Hit him with the stick, don't play golf (B*t*h) Intercepting when I caught it Smith and Wesson, I ain't bought it (Ain't bought it) Picked a felon with a .40 (Fourty) You respecting since I shot it (Shotta) Give me a opp and a beat, I'ma walk it I don't really do the talkin' Murder on my mental and it sit there often (Sit there often) Say somethin' and I'm sparkin' Catch him in the car, shoot it up until I park it Man, I just be doggin' these hoes (Doggin') I don't got no love for these b*t*hes (These b*t*hes) Whole city mad, 'cause I did it (I did it) I don't get no love from my lil' city Chargin' the fifty, 'cause they tried to book me And you gon' die if you reach out this pendent (Top shotta) R.I.P bullets comin' out this glizzy Another gone, that's another killin' I'm on demon time, grab the cutter [?] Run a homicide, up in my city Yeah, his brother died, f**k them other guys I done dropped a bag on them lil' b*t*hes I done got 'em mad, I got 'em trippin' I'm on n***as a**, stop playin' with me They gon' make me mad, playin' with my siblings Made me f**kin' crash out of this fifty (Brrt)
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