TLC
Yeah
No Love from me
No Love from me
Yeah
Ninety Two in a Sixty im runnin the road (runnin I'm runnin)
Always mashing the gas, never touching the brakes only step on foes
Always steps for my bros like
That boy got moxie (moxie), she crush up the oxy (oxy)
Im like that stuff up her nose
Back in this bitch (back in this bitch)
Back in this bitch like I'm Bobby
Weaving and bobbin, boxing me in is a problem (problem)
Trey Liotta im mobbin (mobbin)
Batman shit on my hip who I'm robbin
Batman shit in the whip know I'm sliding
No Opps (no opps)
Big Groove (big groove)
On Blocks (on blocks)
Spin move (spin move)
Like OK OK
My hair is growing, my fitteds aint fittin
My babies still crying my shorty expensive okay
Day dreaming bout death but still walk with the living like its OK OK
I got pain my pours aint no taming the beast when I'm blacking on chords OK
My dog walk with the broom and he sweeping your street like due chores
OK IIGHT
Making a list and I'm checking it twice (iight)
Either leave me alone or you love me tonight
A piece of the pie or a piece of my mine like OK OK
Aint no clocks to spare aint no time to waste either getting on or get going
Drive the lane I'm free throwing
And One, One shot
Mobbin
Mobbin
Mobbin
Mobbin
Mobbin
Mobbin
Ninety Four in a Sixty im racing the jakes
Never loving a fake
I'm riding with karma aint no time to think
Well is death my escape, my fear of being cliche
Thats why the road ahead is so lonely
Tryna feed the fam but can't take all my homies
How can I love my BM when I want the hoes on me
Facts
Do I still show love to the music if it don't love me
Back
Do I change my ways and kiss some ass to get on the
Map
Should I trash my morals become someone I hate for a
Bag
Turn out like Ye get so bread I don't know how to act right
Told me she loved my, told her I love her back but that was only for last night
Gave her the spiel, exchanged some feels
Played around so she called me psyche
She knew the deal, I gave her the pickle and now she swear I'm tryna gaslight
I told her GE
That means keep the same energy (energy)
TLC shit gets chili, a shoulder to cry on you won't get from me
Only dig bitches with dignity
I was fucked up off Alexis, now I'm beyond infinity
Buzzing my phone, the number you dialed is no longer in service
I switched up my number the moment that y'all had switched up on me
Yeah
Switched up my number the moment that y'all switched up on me
Big Trey Liotta the Goodfella
No Love from me
No Love from me
Yeah
Ninety Two in a Sixty im runnin the road (runnin I'm runnin)
Always mashing the gas, never touching the brakes only step on foes
Always steps for my bros like
That boy got moxie (moxie), she crush up the oxy (oxy)
Im like that stuff up her nose
Back in this bitch (back in this bitch)
Back in this bitch like I'm Bobby
Weaving and bobbin, boxing me in is a problem (problem)
Trey Liotta im mobbin (mobbin)
Batman shit on my hip who I'm robbin
Batman shit in the whip know I'm sliding
No Opps (no opps)
Big Groove (big groove)
On Blocks (on blocks)
Spin move (spin move)
Like OK OK
My hair is growing, my fitteds aint fittin
My babies still crying my shorty expensive okay
Day dreaming bout death but still walk with the living like its OK OK
I got pain my pours aint no taming the beast when I'm blacking on chords OK
My dog walk with the broom and he sweeping your street like due chores
OK IIGHT
Making a list and I'm checking it twice (iight)
Either leave me alone or you love me tonight
A piece of the pie or a piece of my mine like OK OK
Aint no clocks to spare aint no time to waste either getting on or get going
Drive the lane I'm free throwing
And One, One shot
Mobbin
Mobbin
Mobbin
Mobbin
Mobbin
Mobbin
Ninety Four in a Sixty im racing the jakes
Never loving a fake
I'm riding with karma aint no time to think
Well is death my escape, my fear of being cliche
Thats why the road ahead is so lonely
Tryna feed the fam but can't take all my homies
How can I love my BM when I want the hoes on me
Facts
Do I still show love to the music if it don't love me
Back
Do I change my ways and kiss some ass to get on the
Map
Should I trash my morals become someone I hate for a
Bag
Turn out like Ye get so bread I don't know how to act right
Told me she loved my, told her I love her back but that was only for last night
Gave her the spiel, exchanged some feels
Played around so she called me psyche
She knew the deal, I gave her the pickle and now she swear I'm tryna gaslight
I told her GE
That means keep the same energy (energy)
TLC shit gets chili, a shoulder to cry on you won't get from me
Only dig bitches with dignity
I was fucked up off Alexis, now I'm beyond infinity
Buzzing my phone, the number you dialed is no longer in service
I switched up my number the moment that y'all had switched up on me
Yeah
Switched up my number the moment that y'all switched up on me
Big Trey Liotta the Goodfella
Credits
Writer(s): Ty Treyshon
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