[Intro: Vincent Tolan & E-40]
(Nigga, don't act like a bitch)
[Chorus: YG]
I ain't got no love for no bitch
No, I ain't got no love for no bitch
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
I ain't got no love for no bitch
No, I ain't got no love for no bitch (You know what my fuckin' word is)
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Bitch, you know these bitches try to trap me off (Chill)
Try catch me front the club when I be backin' off (Ah)
This bitch got me like Aaliyah, going back and forth (Stupid)
Said, "Bitch, you playin' in my face," and she just laughed it off (Back up)
Never chased a bitch 'cause I bе chasin' munyun (Really, though)
I don't care wherе we going long as the paper comin' (Where we going?)
We pop up at the spot, we gotta take the gun in (Grrt)
If I fix the bitch's pipes, she gotta pay for plumbing (Take Cash App)
I can't get jiggy with no broke bitch (Uh-uh)
When I was young, I was giving bitches broke dick (Nasty)
Another chain, a thousand grams like a coke brick (Heavy)
Then take a picture for your 'Gram and make a post, bitch (Cheese)
If I tell my billy "Get 'em," then my billy got 'em (East side)
Rich Bloods with them M's and we really got 'em (Lotti)
I tell 'em back-to-back, then it's side to side (Really, though)
You niggas know what's brackin' 'cause we ride the 5 (Gangsta)
[Chorus: YG]
I ain't got no love for no bitch
No, I ain't got no love for no bitch
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
I ain't got no love for no bitch
No, I ain't got no love for no bitch
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
[Post-Chorus: Jim Jones]
I'm still a menace in this bitch, but I'm rich right now (Facts)
They killed your cousin and you actin' like a bitch right now (Bitch)
[Verse 2: YG]
Ayy, look, 4Hunnid
No love for a bitch or a bitch nigga
Fuck two hoes the same day, I'm a sick nigga
One-point-eight the garage, I'm a rich nigga
The Glock got a switch, I think it's gay, it like to hit niggas
Treat a woman like a woman, a ho like a ho
If you a ho but you ain't hoin', yo' ass gotta go
In the streets, come and find me, never dodgin' smoke
All B's on the report card, nigga, honor roll
Drip check, got this shit from Dipset
She said you dry as fuck, I got your bitch wet
But I don't even fuck her, she give me lip sex
She let me bust on her face, she's a dickhead
Lamborghini butterfly doors, five hundred
More money 'cause more problems, fuck it, I want it
Bitch nigga, push my buttons, we gon' start bustin'
Take that shit to trial, let 'em start judgin', fuck it (Uh-oh)
[Chorus: YG]
I ain't got no love for no bitch
No, I ain't got no love for no bitch
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
I ain't got no love for no bitch
No, I ain't got no love for no bitch
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
In the trenches, catch me ridin' with the stick
[Post-Chorus: Jim Jones]
I'm still a menace in this bitch, but I'm rich right now (Facts)
They killed your cousin and you actin' like a bitch right now (Bitch)
[Outro: Jim Jones]
You know what my fuckin' word is
Uh, Capo
