Ain't no love, a-ain't no love (J-J-JR)

Ayy, slidin' off a Perc, yeah, bitch, it got me swervin'
Bag a bitch, she curvy, pussy hittin' perfect (what up? What up?)
This lil' ho so bad that it got me actin' nervous (yeah)
I pull it out, she talkin' 'bout: Boy, that shit there finna hurt me
Cut up in the Lamb' like I pulled up doin' surgery
When I pop out with that blam, bitch, I'm finna get to purgin'
It's a whole lot of snakes in the crowd, it's some serpents, vultures
Ridin' with that thirty, right up in the holster

Ain't nothin' like a cheater, stay jocked, this ain't no re-rock (huh)
I was beatin' up my Reeboks, now I done fucked around, got my cheese up (come on)
Only pop up 'bout a check, it's a reason I brought the Glee out (yeah, yeah)
You bleed how I bleed, but I go to Louis, you go to Levi's (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why he wildin'? Bitch, 'cause 3 out
I can't wait till they let Steve out
Nasty ho, we ain't even leave the car, she tryna pull my meat out (come on)
You ain't ready to up that bitch and blow it, pussy better leave out (bah, bah)
I ain't got no love for no pussy or no peon (yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I got dope all in my lungs, I got lean all in my piss
I got Quagen in my cup, pussy, I don't sip no Tris
Ain't nobody ain't have no love for me when I was on my dick
I done ran it up, now it's twenty on both of my wrists
I done went hit Johnny, 20K in diamonds, bought my bitch
You see these VV's shining, try to take 'em, firin' off the switch (fire off the rip)
Firin' off the rip, you play, we send you flyin', bitch, I'm firin' off the hip, yeah

Ayy, slidin' off a Perc, yeah, bitch, it got me swervin'
Bag a bitch, she curvy, pussy hittin' perfect (hmm, hmm)
This lil' ho so bad that it got me actin' nervous (come on)
I pull it out, she talkin' 'bout: Boy, that shit there finna hurt me (come on)
Cut up in the Lamb' like I pulled up doin' surgery
When I pop out with that blam, bitch, I'm finna get to purgin' (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
It's a whole lot of snakes in the crowd, it's some serpents, vultures
Ridin' with that thirty, right up in the holster (baow, baow)

I say we take his shit, thank you, sir, I need that off (I need that)
I ain't even have to jump folks gate, I walked right in 'cause the gate wasn't locked (I walked right in)
I see why niggas hidin', they know shit get slimy, grimy (slime)
Dthang steal when he get quiet, you look for somethin', you not gon' find it
We on the E-way flyin', it ain't fuck 12 'cause they stopped tryin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Car too fast, we slide and glidin', they know not to get behind it
I'ma spray, can't duck my fire
Brrt, baow, we blow, you die (baow, baow, baow, baow)
I don't know why hoes be mad, they seem to forget they not mine
She say: Why you cheatin' on me? , what the hell you talkin' 'bout, bitch? (What the fuck?)
I wanna know if you fuckin' or not, other than that, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Baby girl, you can't be trusted 'cause your ass eat shrimp and grits
I'm not askin' for too much, just send me money and show me tits (show me them boobies)
What the fuck? I'm too legit, I never had to drop a diss (nah)
Every beat I touch a hit, it's still fuck rap, I'll dump my clip
It's still fuck rappers and fuck hoes, get money, boy, I must admit (I need cash)
I had came through blowin', he tripped, Dthang came through blowin' and he hit (baow, baow)
Bitch, I've been swervin'
This lil' ho is way too bad, damn, she make me nervous (ooh, bitch, you bad)
I ain't gon' lie, this 7.62 hit him, he hurtin' (ah)
I ain't even gon' lie, nigga, catch him, we gon' shirt him (ah, slatt)
Catch him, we gon' murk him, dancin', prancin'
I ain't gon' lie, my bitch look like Charleson Manson (oh-oh, shit)
I don't give a fuck about nothin', nigga, I get to dancin'
I ain't even gon' lie, nigga, you're shit, you need a Pamper, nigga, slatt (ayy)

Youngins pull up, shootin' shit, ayy, talkin' 'bout No Jumper (no Jumper)
Bitch so thick, got dumpers, tell the opps go check them numbers (go check them numbers)
Ain't been to the hood in a minute: Mister, Drop-'Em (mr, Drop-'Em)
BAK got stacks at fifteen, sixteen, ran up commas (I swear)
Sixteen, ran up hella paper, wanna go somewhere? Bet, I'll take you (I'll take you)
I'm the type nigga pull a Drac' on a hater, your ho going and cannot save her (cannot save her)
Stretch me a opp and then count up a ten, throw me a rock, I'ma show my hand (show my hand)
[?] out when I land, take a few Percs, boot up off Xans (ayy)
They got me stuck in the crib right now, when I'm back outside probably ridin' with killers (ridin' with killers)
She keep askin' about this one ho, I can't lie, bae, I been hit her (can't lie)
That was way before you, baby, bro sell crack just like the eighties
The way she throw it, might have a– (baby), the way she do it gon' drive you crazy (crazy)
They say I've been poppin' in, think I was born for this lifestyle
Fully Drac', it got some kick, get to blowin', might turn your lights out (blrrdt, blrrdt, blrrdt)
Fuck later, bitch, I need it right now (right now)
Smoke on who? I never back down (back down)
Pull up shootin', then spin right back 'round (bah, bah, bah), yeah that sound