Kredyty
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devin Keon Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zo
Recording Engineer
Tekst Utworu
No, I don't want your love
Cause baby, I'm a thug, that shit had left me hurt
Been tryin my hardest
Shit keep fuckin' up, man, I'm tired of this shit, man, it feel like I'm cursed
Not playin' with ****, and I'm playin' with bitches
You thinkin' bout tryin, gon need you a hearse
Remember them days, just me and my ****
We was slidin' the car, 5% on the merc
Heard they been plottin, they thinkin' bout robbin
Soon as I see that car I'ma shoot through the glass
They say I'm a ho, cause I'm fuckin on hoes
Man, I'm just doin' me, cause that bitch did me bad
I'm chasin' the money, no chasin' a bitch
I been runnin' so fast, you might think I'm the flash
Before I go gotta get me some money
I need like at least a hundred thousand in cash
Not squashin no beef gangsta shit what I preach
And that's just how it is, I won't throw in the towel
If it ain't love, you can stay where you at
I ain't trustin' the soul, cause they might do me foul
No, I don't want your love
Cause baby, I'm a thug, that shit had left me hurt
Been tryin my hardest
Shit keep fuckin' up, man, I'm tired of this shit, man, it feel like I'm cursed
Not playin' with ****, and I'm playin' with bitches
You thinkin' bout tryin, gon need you a hearse
Remember them days, just me and my ****
We was slidin' the car, 5% on the merc
If you ever pick sides, and the shit wasn't mine
You can stay right there, you get left in the past
I used to be broke, I was lookin' for hope
And I couldn't ask you, I was down on my last
Don't ask who am I
I'm really that guy
Got my whole fuckin' city, they play me on blast
It really been tragic
We caught him in traffic
My **** got active he didn't have a mask
Gotta focus on me, gotta give me some cheese
I been searchin' for peace, I ain't searchin for love
I with the gang, I ain't never gon' change
We don't fuck with no ****, you ain' coolin' with us
Bae I'm tryna fuck, no, I'm not tryna cuff
We not goin' on dates I'm not tryna lay up
Bae, I can't deal
I just wanna chill, or maybe go' fuck
Not givin' no love
No, I don't want your love
Cause baby, I'm a thug, that shit had left me hurt
Been tryin my hardest
Shit keep fuckin' up, man, I'm tired of this shit, man, it feel like I'm cursed
Not playin' with ****, and I'm playin' with bitches
You thinkin' bout tryin, gon need you a hearse
Remember them days, just me and my ****
We was slidin' the car, 5% on the merc,
Written by: Devin Keon Jackson
