No Love (feat. Sleepy Hallow)

(Oh, yeah, Sam, that bitch right here go hard)
Tuned up (oh, yeah)
Mhm, yeah
(Iceberg want a bag, bitch)
Yeah, yeah

Chanel, your toes, Dior, your boots
You don't love your body, I'll buy you some brand new boobs, ayy
Baby, can I get your time? (Yeah) You can have all of mine (yeah)
Heard you got a brand new bae (yeah)
But he can't take my place, that's just a phase

Bitch ain't got no love for me (yeah, yeah)
She get no trust with me (oh, oh)
Once that lil' bitch fuck with me (yeah, yeah)
It's like she stuck with me (oh, oh)
Squeeze me right between them thighs (hi, hi)
I want back both of mines
Tell me if you down to ride
Can't do wrong in my eyes

Tell me what you want, I give it
Shoppin', poppin', whatever you want, I spend it
My heart been broken, I can't deal with you
Telling (yeah) how it feel to fuck a real nigga
Tryna give you all of me, you makin' it hard for me (yeah)

Bitch you look like bae to me (mhm)
I fuck you straight to sleep (yeah, yeah)
Hop on top, she with my team (mhm)
Good mouth ain't got no teeth (mhm)
Licked her A, she sucked my D (yeah, yeah)
She know her ABC's

Bitch ain't got no love for me
She get no trust with me (oh, oh)
Once that lil' bitch fuck with me (yeah, yeah)
It's like she stuck with me (oh, oh)
Squeeze me right between them thighs (hi, hi)
I want back both of mines
Tell me if you down to ride
Can't do wrong in my eyes

Is you with it?
I can't lie, girl, I'm scared to commit it
I can lose, I know money try change all these bitches
But can these women chase some chicken
It get ugly when these pretty women
And you might just die the way you niggas livin'
See this vision, yeah, it's vivid

Chop a bus and he run in and dippin'
Ayy, bitch ain't got no love for Sleep
Steady crazy, that young nigga tweak
PTSD made me clutch in my sleep
Said she nasty, I'm fuckin' a freak
Go to Chanel, yeah, whatever she need
I got mad and she got on her knees
Don't know karate, I know Chopanese

Life's chop, he get popped on a sheet
AMG Coupe, I be gone on the breeze
All this ice made a young nigga freeze
Life gave me lemons, I mixed it with lean
I said, "Boy, I probably pass on the green"
If I don't kill, they gon' do it to me (yeah)
I don't drill, they gon' do it to me
There ain't no price, they gon' kill me for free
Buy you, Prada, if you're part of the team

Bitch ain't got no love for me (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, she get no trust with me (oh, oh)
Once that lil' bitch fuck with me (yeah, yeah)
It's like she stuck with me (oh, oh)
Squeeze me right between them thighs (hi, hi)
I want back both of mines
Tell me if you down to ride
Can't do wrong in my eyes

Yeah, yeah (oh-oh)
Yeah, yeah (oh-oh)
Mm-mm
Yeah, yeah, mm-mm



Credits
Writer(s): Dylan J. Berg, Fredrick Ii Givens, Samuel Martin Dimits, Tegan Joshua Anthony Chambers, Spencer Donahue
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