DJ Chose
P Crisco

Even 12 couldn't cuff me
I write my life in these bars
They be all up in they feelings
You know I ain't got no heart
February on a bitch, leave ya
Boyfriend scarred
I gave you ass all type of chances
But you couldn't play the part
That's why, I got no more
No more, no more love
I got no more, no more, no more love
I got no more, no more, no more love
I got no more, no more, no more love

Remember you told me you was down
Switched sides on me quick
Put them rumors in the streets
I guess we ain't have shit
How you lie'd in my face? You as fake as it gets
Them tables turned on yo ass
Now watch how real this shit gets
I had to teach her a lesson
I knew that bitch a finesser
I didn't fold under pressure
I hid that work in my dresser
My hustle game was impressive
Up in the hills, no reception
Wallet ain't in a recession
Pray to the lord for these blessings
Right now I'm swimming in checks
I need all these bags, I don't need nothing lesser
You see me came up, you see my chain up
I switched my game up, working on my anger
I'm blowing these lames up, no
I still ain't changed up, nope
No I still ain't changed up

Even 12 couldn't cuff me
I write my life in these bars
They be all up in they feelings
You know I ain't got no heart
February on a bitch, leave ya
Boyfriend scarred
I gave you ass all type of chances
But you couldn't play the part
That's why, I got no more
No more, no more love
I got no more, no more, no more love
I got no more, no more, no more love
I got no more, no more, no more love