No Luv (feat. Gucci Mane, Key Glock, Big Scarr)

Wop Wop Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, go Verse 1: Gucci Mane They say that I'm a clone, I'm not a human being Well damn 'Cause I can go numb and mute all my human feelings Huh Got a murder on my belt, it's holdin' up my denim It's Gucci I'm keepin' the feds out my biz', you tryna put 'em in 'em Racks You say you wanna square off, well, fuck it, square off Well damn Choppa knock ya hair off, it turned ya bare off Brr I pray my haters get Corona', stop that coughin' on me Yeah The last nigga ran up on me, in a coffin, homie Damn I know the feds listen to me, they my competition Couldn't beat me fair and square, so they recruited snitches You snitchеs Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches Ya actin' gangster, but deep down, ya know y'all really bitches Pussy I make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry Skrrt They say I did it, I'm so rich, I still crank up the jury Yeah They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey Vince Everybody broke, I coulda retired early thirty Woo Ran through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties Huh I rep the 6 like Julius Erving, showtime like Sam Perkins Wow These bitches eatin' these Percocets like they Boston Baked Beans Wow Somebody pinch him 'cause he tryna be me, it's a dream It's Gucci Verse 2: Big Scarr Uh, used to sell dope at the schoolhouse, look at me now, I'm a rich fuckin' dropout, yeah Perkys in my mouth, now I pop out, pull up on ya block, everybody get shot down, yup Cartier shine when the lights out, he don't want the smoke, pussy nigga, better pipe down, uh Got his main bitch, he wanna fight now, hit it from the back with my Glock in a nightgown You know how that go, ain't got shit for a bitch, I ain't got shit for a ho New foreign coupe with the butterfly doors Made the bitch fly, see how fast we can go They hate that I made this shit happen, I slept on a pallet Post at the trap with the ratchet I used to fuck with them ratchets but now I blew up, yeah, all of my bitches the baddest Verse 3: Enchanting I ain't savin' no ho, I'm a real-ass pimp Bands in my pocket, why I got a lil' limp Bitch, I'm poppin' like grease, see my name on a blimp Go Pourin' out their heart, boy, these nigga be simp Yeah Pour a four in my Sprite, now I'm leanin' Huh I face blunts back to back for no reason Woo Bitch it's East Side, I know 'em, I'm bleedin' Yeah Kush all in my lungs when I'm breathin' Mmm, damn I love a ho with a fat ass, boy, you a bitch wit' yo' rat ass Go You stalkin' my shit wit' yo mad ass Like Mike Jackson, do it, you badass Step off in this bitch, it's a light show Bling My diamonds hit without no lights though I love a thick bitch with no lipo Ice You hate me, your ho in my likes though You love on that ho, I would never Damn If she wanna ho, then I let her I might stress me a bitch, never press her All my guns, they come with a compressor Thirty-two lighters all on my dresser Testin' me, I'ma get you together Bitch, I'm thuggin' no matter the weather So Icy, we flockin' together Verse 4: K Shiday & Key Glock Plan it, I make me a pot, I get special delivery Then that bitch hot, you a bundle of misery Get off my top and your shawty on go because this year a bop I got food stamps 'cause he always complainin' He don't eat enough of that pussy, you playin' You better be careful 'cause this shit is dangerous Lay yo' ass out like a muhfuckin' stranger I say, Burr, bitch, ice-cold, diamond grills all gold Quick bag also, pussy niggas all fold My attitude needed a Tic-Tac I pulled his wig back, Swiper no swipin' the fox trap Damn, I need all that, send me a stepper to solve that Watch how my bitches resolve that Fly as hell, bitch, what you call that Tell shawty fall back, I can dissolve that My energy right, I got stamina Can't trust no nigga with money, they camera bluff These niggas really ain't man enough, abracadabra, I see what's up Caught that bitch cheatin', you peepin' her Better think twice about keepin' her Bitches got options, that nigga been fuckin' her Dummy Glizock Verse 5: Key Glock Yeah, fly like a bird, fuck what you heard, bitch, I been makin' serves Serves Uh, big body swerve, I fucked up my Forgiato on the curve The fuck Yeah, codeine got me slurred, I'm drinkin' too much, spilled this shit on my shirt Uh Yeah, I ball with no jersey, young nigga flexin', young nigga, no splurgin' Swish Uh, Lord, please have mercy, I got two bitches with me emergin' Yeah Bitch, better go join the circus, who you think I is I ain't buyin' no Birkin My mama is the only lady I get a purse for These Instagram bitches ain't nothin' but worrisome I'm ridin' in a yellow Maybach, sippin' purple And I got two straps on me, Glock, Urkel Bah, bah Yeah, what the fuck you mean, huh Fuck you mean Bitch, this a P.R.E., one on one, 17, dream team, yeah Bitch Bitch, I ball like Kareem, uh Swish, and I'm 'bout my cream, yeah 'Bout my cream, uh They say money talk well my diamonds do too and they sayin', Bling, nigga So Icy, yeah