No Love
I have to do it. You know what's coming
Can you dig it
I'm official too short
Blow the Whistle
Who you trying to beef with?
You ain't got no Pistol
I ain't talkin' GQ, but you can get your issue
Punchline 7.62s, they gon' split you, ooh
I ain't trippin', bitch, you know I got flame
Niggas get to sniffin' when they hear that cocaine
Ain't gang boy you lame, you a stain
Boy, I'm like Dame in the clutch, I got range
New money, new day, same nigga, same hustle
You don't wanna tussle, bitch, I got it off the muscle
I ain't Superman, saving hoes like Russell Game Day
Callin plays, I ain't talkin' bout a huddle
Drip like stunna on your block, leave a puddle
I just want the money, lil' bitch, I can't cuddle
I been on the grind on the road like a trucker
The bitch got killed, she was fuckin' with them suckers
Brazyn these streets, I'm a pit with no leash
Playin' with my money, I pull up where you sleep
Niggas been sleepin' on that boy, I gotta wake him up
My whole family run that shit, bitch, don't play with us
You know these niggas fake as fuck, they not the same as us
I'm not talkin' bout no bangers, but my bangers up
I flu flamed up, tryna get my change up
But even with the money, I can't change up
You ran off with the pack, you a broke bitch
That's that hoe shit, I can't condone this
Boy, you know I'm bout my business like Jigga
Yeah, I gained weight cause my pockets got bigger
See it than your dream it I'm a prominent nigga
You niggas is posers, better smile for the picture
Hustlin' in my blood, your baby daddy is scrub
That nigga's a dub, I got it out the mud
Like a stepchild, we ain't showin' no love
Pounds in the attic, got work in the tub
It is what it is, bitch, I do what it does
Yeah, you pussy niggas on husk
Hustlin' my blood, your baby daddy is scrub
That nigga's a dub, bitch, I got it out the mud
Like a stepchild, we ain't showin' no love
I got pounds in the attic, got that work in the tub
It is what it was, bitch, I do what it does
It ain't funny when it's your turn
Had to cut that nigga off cause he don't learn
It ain't funny when it's your turn
Playin' with my bread, I'm gon' pull up like Big Worm
Look, for the 300, uh
Two, three, shit, look
Can you dig it
I'm official too short
Blow the Whistle
Who you trying to beef with?
You ain't got no Pistol
I ain't talkin' GQ, but you can get your issue
Punchline 7.62s, they gon' split you, ooh
I ain't trippin', bitch, you know I got flame
Niggas get to sniffin' when they hear that cocaine
Ain't gang boy you lame, you a stain
Boy, I'm like Dame in the clutch, I got range
New money, new day, same nigga, same hustle
You don't wanna tussle, bitch, I got it off the muscle
I ain't Superman, saving hoes like Russell Game Day
Callin plays, I ain't talkin' bout a huddle
Drip like stunna on your block, leave a puddle
I just want the money, lil' bitch, I can't cuddle
I been on the grind on the road like a trucker
The bitch got killed, she was fuckin' with them suckers
Brazyn these streets, I'm a pit with no leash
Playin' with my money, I pull up where you sleep
Niggas been sleepin' on that boy, I gotta wake him up
My whole family run that shit, bitch, don't play with us
You know these niggas fake as fuck, they not the same as us
I'm not talkin' bout no bangers, but my bangers up
I flu flamed up, tryna get my change up
But even with the money, I can't change up
You ran off with the pack, you a broke bitch
That's that hoe shit, I can't condone this
Boy, you know I'm bout my business like Jigga
Yeah, I gained weight cause my pockets got bigger
See it than your dream it I'm a prominent nigga
You niggas is posers, better smile for the picture
Hustlin' in my blood, your baby daddy is scrub
That nigga's a dub, I got it out the mud
Like a stepchild, we ain't showin' no love
Pounds in the attic, got work in the tub
It is what it is, bitch, I do what it does
Yeah, you pussy niggas on husk
Hustlin' my blood, your baby daddy is scrub
That nigga's a dub, bitch, I got it out the mud
Like a stepchild, we ain't showin' no love
I got pounds in the attic, got that work in the tub
It is what it was, bitch, I do what it does
It ain't funny when it's your turn
Had to cut that nigga off cause he don't learn
It ain't funny when it's your turn
Playin' with my bread, I'm gon' pull up like Big Worm
Look, for the 300, uh
Two, three, shit, look
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Writer(s): Shaquille Hurd
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