Love Me No More

My shawty don't love me no mo
Give a fuck cause we know I got hoes
I walk in and they rushin the door
Do my dance and they fall on the floor
Tryna get lit tell em po me up four
Gimme ten then I need like two more
My bro just passed me the za
This nigga know ion smoke

Bitch I'm it hop on beats then I float
Like a nigga just copped him a ghost
Nigga want beef
We gone do him like James Saint Patrick
Three bad bitches know that shit a hat trick
Fuck em on the couch
Fresh sheets on the mattress
Blow they back out
Then I'm knocking off they lashes
Guap ain't lettin shit past him
Niggas hated in the present and the past tense
Better chill fore the heater get to blastin
Ian fallin off so yanno it's everlastin
Just like my love for the money
You know I love chasin a bag
Don't chase hoes I ain't going out sad
Call me papi you can't call me dad
That one reserved for my daughter
Checks comin in
Just call me Stimmy Carter
My niggas got rich in a panny
Strapped up we never gone panic
Shit can go down like titanic
They do it big then I do it gigantic
I came up off cards I was handed
Ain't never take it for granted
We got it straight out the mud
We ain't friends if they with me we blood

My shawty don't love me no mo
Give a fuck cause we know I got hoes
I walk in and they rushin the door
Do my dance and they fall on the floor
Tryna get lit tell em po me up four
Gimme ten then I need like two more
My bro just passed me the za
This nigga know ion smoke

But fuck it I'm takin a toke
Hop on a beat and I spazz
Takin off bitch I'm doin the dash
On my pivot I'm never gone crash
Won't catch me going out bad
Rather go get me some cash
Want a demon with new paper tags
Road to riches we came up from rags
Niggas broke I could never relate
Built different we don't share no traits
Helped em eat but they wanted my plate
Whole time I knew niggas was snakes
Ain't wanna let me be great
But I ain't askin permission
Imma shark I was swimmin with fishes
Shit got hard I was all in them trenches
Movin weight I ain't talkin bout benchin
Niggas tooled up ain't talkin bout wrenches
Talkin ratchets with hella extensions
He want problems he bound to get ended
Makin plays man the shit want no scrimmage
I had to go out and get it
Been out this bitch like a gymnast
Had to get packs and then flip it

My shawty don't love me no mo
Give a fuck cause we know I got hoes
I walk in and they rushin the door
Do my dance and they fall on the floor
Tryna get lit tell em po me up four
Gimme ten then I need like two more
My bro just passed me the za
This nigga know ion smoke



Credits
Writer(s): Grant Black, Victoria Lott, Jeremy Abbott
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