No Luv (feat. Key Glock & Big Scarr)

Wop (wop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Han
Go

They say that I'm a clone, I'm not a human being (well, damn)
'Cause I can't on and maim you without my human feelings (huh)
Got a murder on my belt, it's holdin' up my denim (it's Gucci)
I'm keepin' the feds out my biz, you tryna put 'em in 'em (racks)
You say you wanna square off, well, fuck it, square off (well, damn)
Choppa knock ya hair off, it turned ya bare off (brr)
I pray my haters get Corona, stop the coughin' on me (yeah)
The last nigga ran up on me, in a coffin, homie (damn)

I know the feds listen to me, they my competition
Couldn't beat me fair and square, so they recruited snitches (you snitches)
Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches
Ya actin' gangster, but deep down, you know y'all really bitches (pussy)
I make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (skrrt)
They say I did it, I'm so rich, I still crank up the jury (I crank it up)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter, jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (woo)

Ran through like 30 million dollars in my early thirties (huh?)
I rep the six like Julius Erving, showtime like Sam Perkins (show, show)
These bitches eatin' these Percocet's like they Boston baked beans (wow)
Somebody pinch him 'cause he tryna be me, it's a dream, it's Gucci

Uh, used to sell dope at the schoolhouse
Look at me now, I'm a rich fuckin' dropout, yeah
Perms in my mouth, not pop out
Pull up on ya block, everybody gets shot down, yeah
Cartier shine when the lights out
He don't want the smoke, pussy nigga, better pipe down, uh
Got his main -, he wanna fight now
Hit it from the back with my Glock in her nightgown

You know how that go
Ain't got shit for a bitch, ain't got shit for a ho
New foreign coupe with the butterfly doors
Made the bitch fly, see how fast we can go
They hated, I made this shit happen, I slept on a pallet
Post at the trap with the ratchet
I used to fuck with the ratchets
But now I blew up, yeah, all of my bitches the baddest

I ain't savin' no ho, I'm a real-ass pimp
Bands in my pocket, why I got a lil' limp
Bitch, I'm poppin' like grease, see my name on a blimp (yeah)
Pourin' out their heart, boy, these nigga be simp (yeah)
Pour a four in my Sprite, now I'm leanin' (huh)
I face blunts back to back for no reason (woo)
Bitch, it's east side, all mine know I'm bleedin' (yeah)
Kush all in my lungs when I'm breathin' (mmm), damn

I love a ho with a fat ass
Boy, you a bitch with yo' rat ass
You stalkin' my shit with yo' mad ass
Like Mike Jackson, do it, you badass
Step off in this bitch, it's a light show (bling)
My diamonds hit without no lights though
I love a thick bitch with no lipo (ice)
You hate me, yo' ho in my likes though

You love on that ho, I would never (never)
If she wanna go, then I let her
I might stretch me a bitch, never press her
All my guns come with a compressor
32 lighters all on my dresser
Testin' me, I'ma get you together
Bitch, I'm chuggin', no matter the weather
So Icy, we flockin' together

Brr
Yeah, fly like a bird
Fuck what you heard, bitch, I been makin' serves (I been makin' serves)
Uh, uh, big body swerve, I fucked up my Forgiato on the curve (bah)
Uh, yeah, codeine got me slurred
I'm drinkin' too much, spilled this shit on my shirt
Uh, yeah, I ball with no jersey
Young nigga flexin', young nigga love splurgin'

Uh, Lord, please have mercy, I got two bitches with me emergin' (yeah)
Bitch, better go join the circus, who you think I is?
I ain't buyin' no Birkin
My mama is the only lady I get a purse for
These Instagram bitches, ain't nothin' but worth some
I'm ridin' in a yellow Maybach, sippin' purp' up
And I got two straps on me, Glock, Urkel (bah, bah)

Yeah, what the fuck you mean, huh? (Fuck you mean?)
Bitch, this the P-R-E, 1-0-1-7, dream team, yeah (bitch)
Bitch, I ball like Kareem, uh (swish)
And I'm 'bout my cream, yeah ('bout my cream)
Uh, they say money talks, well, my diamonds do too
And they sayin', "bling,", nigga (So Icy) (yeah)