No Luv

Wop (Wop)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Han

Go

They say that I'm a clone, I'm not a human being (well, damn)

'Cause I can't on and maim you without my human feelings (huh)

Got a murder on my belt, it's holdin' up my denim (it's Gucci)

I'm keepin' the feds out my biz, you tryna put 'em in 'em (racks)

You say you wanna square off, well, fuck it, square off (well, damn)

Choppa knock ya hair off, it turned ya bare off (brr)

I pray my haters get Corona, stop the coughin' on me (yeah)

The last nigga ran up on me, in a coffin, homie (damn)

I know the feds listen to me, they my competition

Couldn't beat me fair and square

So they recruited snitches (you snitches)

Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches

Ya actin' gangster, but deep down

You know y'all really bitches (pussy)

I make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (skrrt)

They say I did it, I'm so rich

I still crank up the jury (I crank it up)

They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)

Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (woo)

Ran through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties (huh?)

I rep the 6 like Julius Erving, showtime like Sam Perkins (show, show)

These bitches eatin' these

Percocet's like they Boston baked beans (wow)

Somebody pinch him 'cause he tryna be me, it's a dream (it's Gucci)

Uh, used to sell dope at the schoolhouse

Look at me now, I'm a rich fuckin' dropout, yeah

Perms in my mouth, not pop out

Pull up on ya block, everybody get shot down, yeah

Cartier shine when the lights out

He don't want the smoke, pussy nigga, better pipe down, uh

Got his main bitch, he wanna fight now

Hit it from the back with my Glock in her nightgown

You know how that go,

Ain't got shit for a bitch, ain't got shit for a ho

New foreign coupe with the butterfly doors

Made the bitch fly, see how fast we can go

They hated, I made this shit happen, I slept on a pallet

Post at the trap with the ratchet, I used to fuck with the ratchets

But now I blew up, yeah, all of my bitches the baddest

I ain't savin' no ho, I'm a real-ass pimp

Bands in my pocket, why I got a lil' limp

Bitch, I'm poppin' like grease, see my name on a blimp (yeah)

Pourin' out their heart, boy, these nigga be simp (yeah)

Pour a four in my Sprite, now I'm leanin' (huh)

I face blunts back to back for no reason (woo)

Bitch it's east side, all mine know I'm bleedin' (yeah)

Kush all in my lungs when I'm breathin' (mmm), damn

I love a ho with a fat ass

Boy, you a bitch with yo rat ass

You stalkin' my shit with yo mad ass

Like Mike Jackson, do it, you badass

Step off in this bitch, it's a light show (bling)

My diamonds hit without no lights though

I love a thick bitch with no lipo (ice)

You hate me, yo ho in my likes though

You love on dat ho, I would never (never)

If she wanna ho, then I let her

I might stretch me a bitch, never press her

All my guns come with a compressor

Thirty-two lighters all on my dresser

Testin' me I'ma get you together

Bitch, I'm thuggin', no matter the weather

So Icy, we flockin' together

Plan it, I make me a pot, I get special delivery

Then that bitch hot, you a bundle of misery

Get off my top and ya shawty on go because this year a bop (brr)

I got boo stamps 'cause he always complainin'

He don't eat enough of that pussy, you playin'

You better be careful 'cause this shit is dangerous (ooh)

Lay yo ass out like a muhfuckin' stranger

I say "Brr, " bitch, ice cold, diamond grills all gold

Quick bag also (brr), pussy niggas all fold

My attitude needed a Tic Tac

I pulled his wig back, Swiper no swipin' the fox trap

Damn, I need all that, send me a stepper to solve that

Watch how my bitches resolve that

Fly as hell, bitch, what you call that?

Tell shawty fall back, I can't dissolve that

My energy right, I got stamina

Can't trust no nigga with money, that camera bluff

These niggas really ain't man enough, abracadabra, I see what's up

Caught that bitch cheatin', you peepin' her

Better think twice about keepin' her

Bitches got options, that nigga been fuckin' her (dummy)

Brr

Yeah, fly like a bird

Fuck what you heard, bitch, I been makin' serves (serves)

Uh, uh, big body swerve, I fucked up my Forgiato on the curve (bah)

Uh, yeah, codeine got me slurred

I'm drinkin' too much, spilled this shit on my shirt

Uh, yeah, I ball with no jersey

Young nigga flexin', young nigga love splurgin'

Uh, Lord, please have mercy, I got two bitches with me emergin' (yeah)

Bitch, better go join the circus, who you think I is?

I ain't buyin' no Birkin

My mama is the only lady I get a purse for

These Instagram bitches, ain't nothin' but worth some

So I'm ridin' in a yellow Maybach, sippin' purp' up

And I got two straps on me, Glock, Urkel (bah, bah)

Yeah, what the fuck you mean, huh? (Fuck you mean?)

Bitch, this the P-R-E, 1-0-1-7, dream team, yeah (bitch)

Bitch, I ball like Kareem, uh (swish)

And I'm 'bout my cream, yeah ('bout my cream)

Uh, they say money talk, well my diamonds do too

And they sayin', "bling, " nigga (So Icy), yeah