Ain't No Love
Let my chain hang choppa on me bang bang
If you talk down up it boy oy vey
Running to the bank looking like I'm Usain
Drum mag on the clip it gon' move things
Blue bills I do adore Triple Nine lets go to war
You be talking bullshit but I ain't no matador
Choppa be like bonjour aye like hello
Hangin' on my neck diamonds glass full of yellow
Team full of hunters like the Troupe we gon' run up
Yeah that money be my lover pussy sweet like the summer
You a bum ass bitch, get off my dick
Why the fuck you toting glocks but ain't never hit shit
Let my chain hang choppa on me bang bang
If you talk down up it boy oy vey
Running to the bank looking like I'm Usain
Drum mag on the clip it gon' move things
Put that boy up in a rug wock got me like a slug
Shoutout all my boys block junkie with the plug
Fuck it up fuck it up god damn I be stuck
Ain't no love up in this world so I pour another cup
So I pour another four said she like it really slow
I'm that boy from the north so you know I keep a pole
So you know I keep it real bitch I got the real steel
Banana on my clip lil boy we make him peel
Just like pill I got the keys told that bitch don't talk to me
I'm too busy counting green Triple Nine be the team
If you talk down up it boy oy vey
Running to the bank looking like I'm Usain
Drum mag on the clip it gon' move things
Blue bills I do adore Triple Nine lets go to war
You be talking bullshit but I ain't no matador
Choppa be like bonjour aye like hello
Hangin' on my neck diamonds glass full of yellow
Team full of hunters like the Troupe we gon' run up
Yeah that money be my lover pussy sweet like the summer
You a bum ass bitch, get off my dick
Why the fuck you toting glocks but ain't never hit shit
Let my chain hang choppa on me bang bang
If you talk down up it boy oy vey
Running to the bank looking like I'm Usain
Drum mag on the clip it gon' move things
Put that boy up in a rug wock got me like a slug
Shoutout all my boys block junkie with the plug
Fuck it up fuck it up god damn I be stuck
Ain't no love up in this world so I pour another cup
So I pour another four said she like it really slow
I'm that boy from the north so you know I keep a pole
So you know I keep it real bitch I got the real steel
Banana on my clip lil boy we make him peel
Just like pill I got the keys told that bitch don't talk to me
I'm too busy counting green Triple Nine be the team
Credits
Writer(s): Uriah Alenepi
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