Ain'T No Love (Feat. Babychiefdoit & Bak Jay)

Ain't no love
A-ain't no love (J-J-J.R.)

Yeah, slidin' off a Perc', huh, bitch, it got me swervin'
Bad lil' bitch, she curvy, pussy hittin' perfect
This lil' ho so bad, damn near got me actin' nervous
I pull it out, she talkin' 'bout, "Boy, that shit there finna hurt me"
Cut up in a Lamb' like a cracker doin' surgery
When I pop out with that blam, bitch, I'm finna get to purgin'
It's a whole lot of snakes in the crowd, we some serpents, vultures
Ridin' with that thirty, right up in the holster

Ain't nothin' like a cheetah, straight drop, this ain't no re-rock
I was beatin' up my Reeboks, now I done fucked around, got my cheese up
Only pop up 'bout a check, it's a reason I brought the V out
He bleed how I bleed, but I go to Louis, you go to Levi's
Why you wildin'? Bitch, 'cause 3 out
I can't wait 'til they let Steve out
Nasty ho, we ain't even leave the car, she tryna pull my meat out
New radar, up that bitch and blow it, pussy better leave out (buh, buh)
I ain't got no love for no pussy or no peon (yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I got dope all in my lungs, I got lean all in my piss
I got Quagen in my cup, pussy, I don't sip no Tris
Ain't no nobody ain't have no love from when I was on my dick
I done ran it up, now it's twenty all up on my wrist
I done went and hit Johnny, 20K in diamonds on both my bitch
You see these VV's shinin', try to take 'em, firin' off the switch (fire off the rip)
Firin' off the rip, you play, we send you flyin', bitch, I'm firin' off the hip, yeah

Yeah, slidin' off a Perc', huh, bitch, it got me swervin'
Bad lil' bitch, she curvy, pussy hittin' perfect
This lil' ho so bad, damn near got me actin' nervous
I pull it out, she talkin' 'bout, "Boy, that shit there finna hurt me"
Cut up in a Lamb' like a cracker doin' surgery
When I pop out with that blam, bitch, I'm finna get to purgin'
It's a whole lot of snakes in the crowd, we some serpents, vultures
Ridin' with that thirty, right up in the holster (baow, baow)

I said we takin' shit, thank you, sir, I need that off
I ain't even have to jump folks gate, I walked right in 'cause the gate wasn't locked
I see why niggas hidin', they know shit get slimy, grimy
Dthang steal when get quiet, look for somethin', you not gon' find it
We on the E-way, flyin', they fuck 12 'cause they stopped tryin'
Car too fast, we slide and glidin', they know not to get behind it
I'm a square? Can't duck my fire
Brrt-baow, we blow, you die
I don't know why hoes be mad, they seem to forget they not mine
She say, "Why you cheatin' on me?", what the hell you talkin' 'bout, bitch?
I wanna know if you fuckin' or not, other than that, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Baby girl, you can't be trusted 'cause yo' ass eat shrimp and grits
I'm not askin' for too much, just send me money and show me tits
What the fuck? I'm too legit, I never had to drop a diss
Every beat, I touch a hit, it's still fuck rap, I'll dump my clip
It's still fuck rappers and fuck hoes, get money, boy, I must admit
I had came through blowin' and tripped, Dthang came through blowin' and hit
Bitch, I be swervin'
This lil' ho is way too bad, damn, she make me nervous
I ain't gon' lie, this .762 hit him, he hurtin'
I ain't even gon' lie, nigga, catch him, we gon' shirt him
Catch him, we gon' murk him, dancin', prancin'
I ain't gon' lie, my bitch look like Charles and Manson
I don't give a fuck about nothin', nigga, I get to dancin'
I ain't even gon' lie, nigga, you're shit, you need a Pamper, nigga, slatt

Ayy, youngins pull up, shootin' shit, ain't talkin' 'bout No Jumper
This lil' bitch got dumpers, tell the opps go check them numbers
Ain't been to the hood in a minute, Mr. Drop-'Em
BAK got stacks, at fifteen, sixteen, ran up commas
Sixteen, ran up hella paper, wanna go somewhere? Bet, I'll take you
I'm the type nigga pull out a Drac' on a hater, your ho goin' and you cannot save her
Stretch me a opp and then count up a ten, throw me a rock, I'ma show my hand
Ho need to stay in my zone when I land, take a few Percs, boot up off Xans
They got me stuck in the crib right now, when I'm back outside probably ridin' with killers
She keep askin' about this one ho, I can't lie, bae, I been hit her
That was way before you, baby, bro sell crack just like the 80s
The way she threw it might have a baby
The way she threw it gon' drive you crazy
They say I been poppin' it, think I was born for this lifestyle
Fully Drac' it got some kick, get to blowin' might turn your lights out
Fuck later, bitch, I need it right now
Smoke with who? I'll never back down
Pull up shootin' then spin back 'round
(Fah-fah-fah) yeah, that sound