No Luv

Bitch I been out jugging since a nigga was like 14 4 beams pointed at your head if you try me Honestly, I'll have your ass sitting on the hot seat Golly these bitches always hit my phone constantly 30 tucked I'll take your life 'cause I don't give a f*ck We run it up Take a nigga soul if he ain't one of us We dangerous All my niggas evil ain't no changing us no changing us Yeah bitch I'm just flexing on them I'm killing these niggas so just show me to my next opponent No bitch I won't never fold Ice on me might catch a cold Man I love this bitch too much I'm having trouble letting go Feelings gone, I just gotta get it on my own Smoking strong, telling myself I did not do nothing wrong Bitch I'm on I let out my anger with a fucking song Or a bullet 'cause I don't got nothing else to focus on Devil hit my phone keep on asking when I'm coming home I don't know I'll take a couple drugs and see how it goes We blowing smoke 'cause I be under pressure I could never fold You a old, washed up nigga you ain't making dough So why you flexing it? Fake diamonds in your necklace Got slits all on my wrists I'm tryna cope with all that excellence Get high and then I reminisce on all the shit I should've did Niggas say they give a shit but really they just full of it Trapping off the house phone Bitch I feel like Housephone Nigga try me up and now he dead and his clout gone Moving them bricks out the house boy You do not have any clout boy 666 bitches on me on the couch boy You know I'm kicking them out Vampire fangs when I open my mouth I love the drugs but they feeling me out Roll up a wood and I'm smoking it down Isn't it clear to see All of these bitches on ecstasy I got the bales sitting next to me The scream of death is deafening