No Love
Like I don't love you go back, I just thought you were flash
I been think bout you daily cause you never text me back
And I think maybe you just crazy cause I never did you bad
So I been smokin' all this weed try'n to forget about our past
And I'm still runnin' up this money, I'm still runnin' up a bag
I'm riding round in foreign cars with glizzy's on my lap
I got a couple hittas with me ina' trenches and the trap
And we be serving all these P's got money in and out the back
And if I'm Walkin' down the block and see a op I grab the strap
Shooting out the window ina SUV its black
And I got hollow tips up in this glizzy shoot you ina' back
I'm always dressed up in designer so you know I got that bag
But I know you just want my money that's a muhfuccin' fact
And I ain' fuckin' with them bitches if that's how they finna' act
Like I don't love you go back, I just thought you were flash
I been think bout you daily cause you never text me back
And I think maybe you just crazy cause I never did you bad
So I been smokin' all this weed try'n to forget about our past
And I'm still runnin' up this money, I'm still runnin' up a bag
I'm riding round in foreign cars with glizzy's on my lap
I got a couple hittas with me ina' trenches and the trap
And we be serving all these P's got money in and out the back
I been think bout you daily cause you never text me back
And I think maybe you just crazy cause I never did you bad
So I been smokin' all this weed try'n to forget about our past
And I'm still runnin' up this money, I'm still runnin' up a bag
I'm riding round in foreign cars with glizzy's on my lap
I got a couple hittas with me ina' trenches and the trap
And we be serving all these P's got money in and out the back
And if I'm Walkin' down the block and see a op I grab the strap
Shooting out the window ina SUV its black
And I got hollow tips up in this glizzy shoot you ina' back
I'm always dressed up in designer so you know I got that bag
But I know you just want my money that's a muhfuccin' fact
And I ain' fuckin' with them bitches if that's how they finna' act
Like I don't love you go back, I just thought you were flash
I been think bout you daily cause you never text me back
And I think maybe you just crazy cause I never did you bad
So I been smokin' all this weed try'n to forget about our past
And I'm still runnin' up this money, I'm still runnin' up a bag
I'm riding round in foreign cars with glizzy's on my lap
I got a couple hittas with me ina' trenches and the trap
And we be serving all these P's got money in and out the back
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Writer(s): Marcus Salazar
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