No Love
Ain't no love ain't no love, yea
Keep the pistol in my draws, yea
We be trapping till the morning
Shit not the same why you want me
Call me lost at least you calling
I can finish what you started
War pain I'm purple Hearted
No love I'm cold hearted
Shit not the same you Go against grain they Blow out ya Brains get put in the dirt
You niggas is lame you don't feel my pain the Hood that you claim get put on a shirt
Remaining the same stay true to the game
My niggas got aim we shoot at you first
Shackled in chains just free the gang Remember the days we put in the work
Reminiscing bout my past got my demons on My ass, got the dope inside my bag
Keep the Bliccy by my stash, used to clutching on the Mag, just Incase it get bad
Just Incase it get ugly, counting up the dirty Money, i won't let em take it from me Remember nights when I was hungry, bread And syrup on my tummy, I ain't go through This for nothing, for them I'll do a hunnid Know the streets don't really love you, know Them hoes ain't really for you, can't tell her Nothing cause she spoiled, let my demons Really know you, I forget to check up on you It get busy at the function. thought you Would've got the message, you blow smoke When you be pressing, yet you the baddest When you stepping, if they sliding grab a Weapon, this his chance to go and get him Nina yelling out the window, they missed Some shots but now they spinning. ah extra Ratchet with extensions, he clapped it once And then hit him, but squeeze the pistol til It's empty, ion fucc with master splinters,a Rat will always be the victim, caught in traps And get to squealing
Ain't no love ain't no love, yea
Keep the pistol in my draws, yea
We be trapping till the morning
Shit not the same why you want me
Call me lost at least you calling
I can finish what you started
War pain I'm purple Hearted
No love I'm cold hearted
Ain't no love ain't no love, yea
Keep the pistol in my draws, yea
We be trapping till the morning
Shit not the same why you want me
Call me lost at least you calling
I can finish what you started
War pain I'm purple Hearted
No love I'm cold hearted
I'm gone off the meds today, what can I do For you today, im sorry bout yesterday, I put It on gang, I fell in love with the streets, the Streets not in love with me, yo niggas be Gone in a week, dead in yo sleep I had seen Death in my dream
The blocc hot it ain't even summer time but These niggas sliding
Back to the trap spot we treat it like chop Shop yea these niggas dying
He clutching the iron he praying to Allah big Forty it sounds like Chewbacca, 4 shots and He just woke the blocc up, two land so he Walking up on him, looked in his eye he too Caught in moment, another nigga put the Green beam on em, clip jam so he drop it and Run it, shots flying metal rip through his Stomach, looking like Ricky but feeling like Tony, he knew niggas put that bread on em
He know niggas want his head homie
Got a choppa with a leg on it
Won't end up like his dead homies
Don't give a fucc if the feds on him
Ain't no love ain't no love, yea
Keep the pistol in my draws, yea
We be trapping till the morning
Shit not the same why you want me
Call me lost at least you calling
I can finish what you started
War pain I'm purple Hearted
No love I'm cold hearted
Ain't no love ain't no love, yea
Keep the pistol in my draws, yea
We be trapping till the morning
Shit not the same why you want me
Call me lost at least you calling
I can finish what you started
War pain I'm purple Hearted
No love I'm cold hearted
Keep the pistol in my draws, yea
We be trapping till the morning
Shit not the same why you want me
Call me lost at least you calling
I can finish what you started
War pain I'm purple Hearted
No love I'm cold hearted
Shit not the same you Go against grain they Blow out ya Brains get put in the dirt
You niggas is lame you don't feel my pain the Hood that you claim get put on a shirt
Remaining the same stay true to the game
My niggas got aim we shoot at you first
Shackled in chains just free the gang Remember the days we put in the work
Reminiscing bout my past got my demons on My ass, got the dope inside my bag
Keep the Bliccy by my stash, used to clutching on the Mag, just Incase it get bad
Just Incase it get ugly, counting up the dirty Money, i won't let em take it from me Remember nights when I was hungry, bread And syrup on my tummy, I ain't go through This for nothing, for them I'll do a hunnid Know the streets don't really love you, know Them hoes ain't really for you, can't tell her Nothing cause she spoiled, let my demons Really know you, I forget to check up on you It get busy at the function. thought you Would've got the message, you blow smoke When you be pressing, yet you the baddest When you stepping, if they sliding grab a Weapon, this his chance to go and get him Nina yelling out the window, they missed Some shots but now they spinning. ah extra Ratchet with extensions, he clapped it once And then hit him, but squeeze the pistol til It's empty, ion fucc with master splinters,a Rat will always be the victim, caught in traps And get to squealing
Ain't no love ain't no love, yea
Keep the pistol in my draws, yea
We be trapping till the morning
Shit not the same why you want me
Call me lost at least you calling
I can finish what you started
War pain I'm purple Hearted
No love I'm cold hearted
Ain't no love ain't no love, yea
Keep the pistol in my draws, yea
We be trapping till the morning
Shit not the same why you want me
Call me lost at least you calling
I can finish what you started
War pain I'm purple Hearted
No love I'm cold hearted
I'm gone off the meds today, what can I do For you today, im sorry bout yesterday, I put It on gang, I fell in love with the streets, the Streets not in love with me, yo niggas be Gone in a week, dead in yo sleep I had seen Death in my dream
The blocc hot it ain't even summer time but These niggas sliding
Back to the trap spot we treat it like chop Shop yea these niggas dying
He clutching the iron he praying to Allah big Forty it sounds like Chewbacca, 4 shots and He just woke the blocc up, two land so he Walking up on him, looked in his eye he too Caught in moment, another nigga put the Green beam on em, clip jam so he drop it and Run it, shots flying metal rip through his Stomach, looking like Ricky but feeling like Tony, he knew niggas put that bread on em
He know niggas want his head homie
Got a choppa with a leg on it
Won't end up like his dead homies
Don't give a fucc if the feds on him
Ain't no love ain't no love, yea
Keep the pistol in my draws, yea
We be trapping till the morning
Shit not the same why you want me
Call me lost at least you calling
I can finish what you started
War pain I'm purple Hearted
No love I'm cold hearted
Ain't no love ain't no love, yea
Keep the pistol in my draws, yea
We be trapping till the morning
Shit not the same why you want me
Call me lost at least you calling
I can finish what you started
War pain I'm purple Hearted
No love I'm cold hearted
Credits
Writer(s): Ty-juan Jackson
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