Ain't No Love

Let my chain hang choppa on me bang bang If you talk down up it boy oy vey Running to the bank looking like I'm Usain Drum mag on the clip it gon' move things Blue bills I do adore Triple Nine lets go to war You be talking bullshit but I ain't no matador Choppa be like bonjour aye like hello Hangin' on my neck diamonds glass full of yellow Team full of hunters like the Troupe we gon' run up Yeah that money be my lover pussy sweet like the summer You a bum ass bitch, get off my dick Why the fuck you toting glocks but ain't never hit shit Let my chain hang choppa on me bang bang If you talk down up it boy oy vey Running to the bank looking like I'm Usain Drum mag on the clip it gon' move things Put that boy up in a rug wock got me like a slug Shoutout all my boys block junkie with the plug Fuck it up fuck it up god damn I be stuck Ain't no love up in this world so I pour another cup So I pour another four said she like it really slow I'm that boy from the north so you know I keep a pole So you know I keep it real bitch I got the real steel Banana on my clip lil boy we make him peel Just like pill I got the keys told that bitch don't talk to me I'm too busy counting green Triple Nine be the team