No Love

[Intro: 4TM Drako]

Grrah (Yeah, Jay on the beat so you know it's a banger, nigga), gang

Ayy (Ayy), fuck wrong with a nigga, ayy

Gang (Gang, gang)

Ayy (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: 4TM Drako]

Man, I just be doggin' these hoes (Doggin' these hoes)

I don't got no love for these bitches (Hol' up)

Whole city mad, 'cause I did it

I don't get no love from my lil' city (No more)

Chargin' the fifty, 'cause they tried to book me

And you gon' die if you reach out this pendent

R.I.P bullets comin' out this glizzy (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

Another gone, that's another killin'

I'm on demon time, grab the cutterer

Brand new homicide, up in my city (Okay)

Yeah, his brother died, fuck them other guys

I done dropped a bag on them lil' bitches

I done got 'em mad, I got 'em trippin' (They trippin')

I'm on niggas ass, stop playin' with me (Stop playin)

They gon' make me mad, playin' with my siblings

Made me fuckin' crash out of this fifty

[Verse 1: DTM Drako]

Made me fuckin' crash out of this glizzy (Brrt)

Put a nigga ass up in that blender (That's real)

Hit 'em with the switch, no, I'm with the shits

Walk 'em down, make his ass surrender (For real)

He got stepper shit, tell 'em to send 'em (Ayy, send 'em)

I'ma do 'em bad, slicin' his dimple (Brrt)

Throw that right behind, that's my evil twin

I can't tell you what I did with that nigga (Grrah)

We tried drop us a opp (Drop us a opp)

So many shots at his top (Shots at his─)

Better stay in, we spinnin' the block (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

We got some K's, AR's and Glock's

Glock at his face, we get the drop

Up the ol' way, we get the drop

Fuck up the game when I say we chop

We spinnin' the block

[Chorus: 4TM Drako & NLE Choppa]

Man, I just be doggin' these hoes (Doggin' these hoes)

I don't got no love for these bitches (No love)

Whole city mad, 'cause I did it

I don't get no love from my lil' city

Chargin' the fifty, 'cause they tried to book me

And you gon' die if you reach out this pendent (Brrt)

R.I.P bullets comin' out this glizzy

Another gone, that's another killin'

I'm on demon time, grab the cutterer

Brand new homicide, up in my city (My city)

Yeah, his brother died, fuck them other guys

I done dropped a bag on them lil' bitches

I done got 'em mad, I got 'em trippin'

I'm on niggas ass, stop playin' with me (With top shottas)

They gon' make me mad, playin' with my siblings

Made me fuckin' crash out of this fifty (Ayy)

[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]

Make me fuckin' crash out with this glizzy (Grr)

Spazz out when shit get sticky (Sticky)

I don't need a nigga ridin' with me

Less the people in the car 'cause they be snitchin' (Snitch)

Try to slide on me, take that challenge (Take that challenge)

Guaranteed he won't climb that mountain (Climb that mountain)

Bullets wet him like a fountain, take him on a drown

They gon' have to lost and found him (Lost and found)

Hunnid sticks and a few bad bitches in the loft, living life like Ross (Like Rick)

All them Honey Buns cool, but I got a meal ticket, come talk to a boss (Hot shit)

Few million on this and that, but a couple racks get a nigga knocked off (Hit a nigga)

Ball is life, cross him like hot sauce

Hit him with the stick, don't play golf (Bitch)

Intercepting when I caught it

Smith and Wesson, I ain't bought it (Ain't bought it)

Picked a felon with a .40 (Fourty)

You respecting since I shot it (Shotta)

Give me a opp and a beat, I'ma walk it

I don't really do the talkin'

Murder on my mental and it sit there often (Sit there often)

Say somethin' and I'm sparkin'

Catch him in the car, shoot it up until I park it

[Chorus: 4TM Drako & NLE Choppa]

Man, I just be doggin' these hoes (Doggin')

I don't got no love for these bitches (These bitches)

Whole city mad, 'cause I did it (I did it)

I don't get no love from my lil' city

Chargin' the fifty, 'cause they tried to book me

And you gon' die if you reach out this pendent (Top shotta)

R.I.P bullets comin' out this glizzy

Another gone, that's another killin'

I'm on demon time, grab the cutterer

Brand new homicide, up in my city

Yeah, his brother died, fuck them other guys

I done dropped a bag on them lil' bitches

I done got 'em mad, I got 'em trippin'

I'm on niggas ass, stop playin' with me

They gon' make me mad, playin' with my siblings

Made me fuckin' crash out of this fifty (Brrt)