No Ls
Uh, no Ls no Ls
No Ls no Ls
You left me no option
I'mma do this shit myself
No Ls no Ls
No Ls no Ls
Man I wish you the best, I got no regrets
I'll see you in hell
Yeah
Yo, I ain't tryna be the face of ad campaigns
Fuck the status symbols, fuck designer names
Yeah, I hate both the players and the fucking game
Bitch, I'mma chase this money, motherfuck the fame
Yeah, as soon as that ball dropped
I hit that come-up
Last year I coulda died
I'm glad I paid up all my karma
Man, I was droppin' heat while I was laid up
Now I'm out of bed, it's time I got my motherfuckin' plays up
Uh, no Ls no Ls
No Ls no Ls
You left me no option
I'mma do this shit myself
No Ls no Ls
No Ls no Ls
Man I wish you the best, I got no regrets
I'll see you in hell
Hit it three times, I said motherfuck the peace sign
Pack my shit today, I'm headed for the coastline
Fuckin' up the Boulevard, we ride around in dope boy whips
Pull up in that Hemi just to shit on your Mercedes-Benz
I wish you the best, I got no regrets, I'll see you in hell
Gucci my t-shirt, Jumpman my feet, Saint-Laurent smell
I wish you the best, I got no regrets, I'll see you in hell
Gucci my t-shirt, Jumpman my feet, Saint-Laurent smell
And fuck up chasin' clout, that don't mean shit to me
Yeah, I got bills to pay and fucking mouths to feed
(Yeah, gon' be none of that dumb shit)
(Yeah I'm tryna get dumb rich)
(So just give me dome, bitch)
And I'm not tryna party in the hills with some fuckin' celebrity
Tryna land in Forbes before I finish out my 20s
(Yeah, it's real "fuck you, pay me" hours 'til I'm wealthy)
Uh, no Ls no Ls
No Ls no Ls
You left me no option
I'mma do this shit myself
No Ls no Ls
No Ls no Ls
Man I wish you the best, I got no regrets
I'll see you in hell
(Man I wish you the best, I got no regrets)
(I'll see you in hell)
(I wish you the best, I got no regrets)
(I'll see you in hell)
Uh, no Ls no Ls
No Ls, no Ls
(Man I wish you the best, I got no regrets)
(I'll see you in hell)
Uh, no Ls no Ls
No Ls, no Ls
(I wish you the best, I got no regrets)
(I'll see you in hell)
Uh, no Ls no Ls
No Ls, no Ls
(Man I wish you the best, I got no regrets)
(I'll see you in hell)
Uh, no Ls no Ls
No Ls, no Ls
No Ls no Ls
You left me no option
I'mma do this shit myself
No Ls no Ls
No Ls no Ls
Man I wish you the best, I got no regrets
I'll see you in hell
Yeah
Yo, I ain't tryna be the face of ad campaigns
Fuck the status symbols, fuck designer names
Yeah, I hate both the players and the fucking game
Bitch, I'mma chase this money, motherfuck the fame
Yeah, as soon as that ball dropped
I hit that come-up
Last year I coulda died
I'm glad I paid up all my karma
Man, I was droppin' heat while I was laid up
Now I'm out of bed, it's time I got my motherfuckin' plays up
Uh, no Ls no Ls
No Ls no Ls
You left me no option
I'mma do this shit myself
No Ls no Ls
No Ls no Ls
Man I wish you the best, I got no regrets
I'll see you in hell
Hit it three times, I said motherfuck the peace sign
Pack my shit today, I'm headed for the coastline
Fuckin' up the Boulevard, we ride around in dope boy whips
Pull up in that Hemi just to shit on your Mercedes-Benz
I wish you the best, I got no regrets, I'll see you in hell
Gucci my t-shirt, Jumpman my feet, Saint-Laurent smell
I wish you the best, I got no regrets, I'll see you in hell
Gucci my t-shirt, Jumpman my feet, Saint-Laurent smell
And fuck up chasin' clout, that don't mean shit to me
Yeah, I got bills to pay and fucking mouths to feed
(Yeah, gon' be none of that dumb shit)
(Yeah I'm tryna get dumb rich)
(So just give me dome, bitch)
And I'm not tryna party in the hills with some fuckin' celebrity
Tryna land in Forbes before I finish out my 20s
(Yeah, it's real "fuck you, pay me" hours 'til I'm wealthy)
Uh, no Ls no Ls
No Ls no Ls
You left me no option
I'mma do this shit myself
No Ls no Ls
No Ls no Ls
Man I wish you the best, I got no regrets
I'll see you in hell
(Man I wish you the best, I got no regrets)
(I'll see you in hell)
(I wish you the best, I got no regrets)
(I'll see you in hell)
Uh, no Ls no Ls
No Ls, no Ls
(Man I wish you the best, I got no regrets)
(I'll see you in hell)
Uh, no Ls no Ls
No Ls, no Ls
(I wish you the best, I got no regrets)
(I'll see you in hell)
Uh, no Ls no Ls
No Ls, no Ls
(Man I wish you the best, I got no regrets)
(I'll see you in hell)
Uh, no Ls no Ls
No Ls, no Ls
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Writer(s): Nicholas Taylor
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