No Love (feat. Trippie Redd)

Fours up Lambo' doors up Kush what I roll up Yeah, gas what I roll up I put the game in a hold up Talk to your partner, he rolled up I'm from the trenches with no love Ain't gettin' money, got no love Born in the hood, ain't get no love Fake niggas walk with they nose up Yeah, we from the streets, no love We from the trenches with no love Had the hood back and got no love Yeah, look at my wrist gettin' colder Pourin' a motherfuckin' four up Trip, I can't wait 'til you blow up Ayy, yeah, it could go down and I go up It could go down, I'ma go up Nigga talk down, I'ma go up Uh, yeah, yeah, uh (GOONTEX) I'm from the gang, I'm from the gang You cannot hang, they ain't showin' no love You are not gang, they ain't showin' no love Love, love, love, love Love, fuck is some love? Fuck is some love? They ain't on nothin' Yeah, lovin' the cup Yeah, lovin' the blunt Yeah, I love me some Runtz Yeah, you love to front Yeah, I love the trips to the bank I love the front of the bank I love the front of my tank I love the motherfuckin' rank I'm in the motherfuckin' gang They say I'm in-motherfuckin'-sane It is o-motherfuckin'-kay, yeah (Blow me away) Yeah, MP5 got range Don't get hit in the face Yeah, you are not gang, yeah (You are not gang) They ain't showin' no love My crib like the bank Yeah, she give me neck every day (I love you) Countin' up racks while I'm pourin' up pain I keep to myself, bitch, I stay out the way My crib on an island, they catchin' a ferry to me You get put on a shirt, no embarrasin' me High as fuck in a spaceship, my car got wings I ran up a bag, how you mad at me? Doin' the best that I can, they ain't proud of me Ridin' with a fifty round, niggas plottin' on me I'm on a whole 'nother level, I gotta stay focused I don't take niggas serious, they always be trollin' Put a couple lil' racks on your head Put a couple lil' racks in her hand I took off, I'm in south of France I'm really rich, feelin' like Kankan In a double R truck, it's a Cullinan The doors goin' backwards, she tryna hop in Money counter goin' off, I'm countin' up bands (It's your money, use it when you need it) Fours up Lambo' doors up Kush what I roll up Yeah, gas what I roll up I put the game in a hold up Talk to your partner, he rolled up I'm from the trenches with no love Ain't gettin' money, got no love Born in the hood, ain't get no love Fake niggas walk with they nose up Yeah, we from the streets, no love We from the trenches with no love Had the hood back and got no love