Love No More Video (MV)

Told that bitch ion love no more
Diamonds on wrist and they looking like snow
Pointers on my neck and they hit like Steph
Blunt so loud it'll make a nigga deaf
I said blunt so loud I cant ever hear
Black on black diamonds in my ear

You can look but please don't stare
I got shooters over there
I got shooters over here
I got shooters everywhere

F*ck that bitch them send her home
Yeah she Uber everywhere
Get that bag and get em gone
Yeah my heads be everywhere
Foreign bitch yeah she from Rome

Man that bitch be speaking Latin
I get high and float like Aladdin
My side bitch she speak Italian
Nick got cannons he be wild'n
Ain't no stylist I be style'n

Ima dog, f*ck that bitch, from the back
I be howling
Treat my money like a bone if you reach I'll start growling
I be balling on these niggas, triple doubles, they be fouling

But I ain't worried that glock beside me
On my hip just like a pager
Say you gone rob me, what's the wager
Got them clippers, ima fade ya
F*cked his wifey, yeah she played ya
Tried to warn you, she a jayer ugh!

He say he don't like me
Cause I f*cked his wifey
He said he don't like me
But he act just like me
All these guns and these drugs
They like he should be indicted
Told my side bitch I got a side bitch
She threw the ones we starting fighting

I'm IBall yeah nice to meet ya
Please don't reach boy ima teach ya
I keep books but I'm not a teacher
Stay with them verses like a preacher
If You want IBall pay the features
Hit my email ima reach ya
If you reach boy ima teach ya
Trae Jeff hesi ima teach ya huh

Cross a nigga over then dunk on his shoulders
Yeah I do drugs but I'm still getting colder
Yeah I do drugs but you still can't check me
Big Zion with the glock I'm lefty
RJ Barrett with tech it's hefty ugh!
Back when I was broke yeah that bitch left me
Now I'm getting money that hoe wanna f*ck me
Now I'm getting money that hoe wanna f*ck me

Bitch get outta here
Im gone
Bitch get outta here
I'm gone
Bitch get outta I'm gone
I'm gone
Bitch get outta here
Free chicken on my Moma!

Told that bitch ion love no more
Diamonds on wrist and they looking like snow
Pointers on my neck and they hit like Steph
Blunt so loud it'll make a nigga deaf
I said blunt so loud I cant ever hear
Black on black diamonds in my ear

But I ain't worried that glock beside me
On my hip just like a pager
Say you gone rob me, what's the wager
Got them clippers, ima fade ya
F*cked his wifey, yeah she played ya
Tried to warn you, she a jayer ugh!

Cross a nigga over then dunk on his shoulders
Yeah I do drugs but I'm still getting colder
Yeah I do drugs but you still can't check me
Big Zion with the glock I'm lefty
RJ Barrett with tech it's hefty ugh!
Back when I was broke yeah that bitch left me
Now I'm getting money that hoe wanna f*ck me