No Love Shemix (feat. J.K. Mac)

Brr, run it up Callin' my shit like, hold on (Hold on) She tryna' fuck sumn' All on my trap phone Slide if you want to Way that you talking, you 'finna leave with yo' back blown (Flo Milli shit) Yeah, he calling my shit, like (Huh?) Let me pick it up, let me get right (Hello) I done went ghost, now he all alone Bet he tryna' see what that P like I told that nigga, "Speak to them green lights" I can't stop until I hear a moan We get together don't answer the phone They be trippin' like, baby, we grown (Baby, we grown) They sayin' yo' bitch perfect You get to spinnin' the block, they hurtin' Bad ass bitch, you can tell by the waist Don't hit from the back, I'm pretty in the face Okay I just been holdin my weight, and believin' a bitch tryna' eat off my plate Okay Tryna' cross me, I'mma give you a taste He wanna' save a hoe, give him a cake I know these hoes wanna be me Blueface, bands to the bank, Im a keykey Shittin' on hoes 'cause I can and it please me Shakin' my ass, he ain't know I was freaky, 'aye White toes, Malaysian on a bundle He whipped it out, I saw a anaconda I just wake up and think about the hundos' I can't go back and forth with a nigga that fumble But it ain't no love in this bitch Hop out wit' J.K., my nigga be poppin' this shit I always knew I would be rich I came from the bottom but, now, I'm at the top of they list I tell a hoe she can dip (Yeah) Fly ass bitch, can't copy this drip He wanna go on a trip Wanna' hop on it, I hope he can handle this cunt Callin' my shit, like Let me pick it up, let me get right (Yeah, yeah) Callin' my shit, like Let me pick it up, let me get right I fucks on ho's, no problem These all black pumps got red at the bottom Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn, but I'm good in all hoods from Fordham to Harlem (Brooklyn) Ain't no competition I'm looking up "bum" and you fit the description Clutch on my wrist Watch how it glisten, it's time Maria lux all on my inches (Bow) Any bitch step to me get stepped on (Stepped on) Seven figure talk just to talk to fuck with The Big Don I pop shit do my big one's, take a ho' salary Ice out my left arm Tell a ho' "Google me," I been that girl this attention ain't new to me Shorty sub-tweeting and won't say my name (Pussy) Put an @ on it since I don't do ambiguity Bitches is blowing, respectfully I say what I want and ain't nobody checking me Why would you watch me from fake pages? Admit it lil' bitch, you high-key obsessed with me Rich bitch status, you know my swag is iced out diamonds, low mein jackets Im the biggest, should put me in Guinness I broke the record for "Shittin' on bitches" Callin' my shit like hold on (Hold on) She tryna' fuck sumn' All on my trap phone Slide if you want to Way that you talking You finna' leave with yo' back blown Trina, calling my shit, I'm like "Hold on" I ain't in the states Im in Paris, getting swiped on Getting fucked on Making yo' nigga wine and dine me till them racks gone A bad ass bitch, with a strobe light wrist Since I hopped off the porch, I been that bitch She say she hotter, she don't exist Nan bitch standing next to this Uh, I'm Hotter than lava (Yeah) Let's keep it real bitch, I been a problem She doing a dash, she back in her bag And all that she after is commas She don't do the drama (Na) Stay in yo' lane, you don't want me to wake up my other persona I don't do the rapping, gon' need you a donor, this bitch in a coma Smell the aroma Can't breathe bitch, cause I'm fuckin' ammonia Then the pneumonia Bring in a body bag, throw a sheet on her Then do a quickie Call up her nigga and slip him a mickey Give him a hickey while he up in me And all of that money, I'm takin' it with me Yeah, he keep callin' my shit like, it ain't no love in this bitch (Yeah, yeah) Callin' my shit like, it ain't no love in this bitch I done went ghost, now he all alone Bet he tryna see what that P like (That P like, P like, P like) Tell that nigga he can dip