Lil Street - No Love Lyrics

Nigga, I know you gon' get it I don't need nobody, nigga, you know we gon
Spill it Nigga, I know you gon' get it
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
And when I pull up with a switch, yeah, you know you gon' have my switch

Look, on a Gladi, baby, yeah, hop back with the car, it ain't hoppin' back
Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm
Spend it, bitch, with bullshit, bitch popped out, tried to die in the trenches
Nigga, I know you gon' get it Nigga, switch it, he gon' run to the switch

Voices in me sayin', get on your shit R.I.P. bullet, he think I'm a lit
Turn on the scale and see if he hit sneak this and leave it faster than ditch
Green Grinch, then we takin' your blit talk about the house, he ain't thinkin' it's lit
Nigga, once more, then we pushin' up 40 better get low and I'll hop out 40

Call on her phone, blue street, where your hoe be
Bitch, when the four wheel pull up like Kobe must blow the line, cause you said you gon' blow me
Vans off, droid, can nigga be police claimin' that's too hard and nigga come show me
I hope he know there's no love in these streets got what I want, I ain't askin' no help

And he told me I'm the man of myself fat money, I can't sit on the shelf
Tryna run it up and sit on the shelf quick draw, he got hit with a spill
Paranoid, so I look in the rear list of them, I'ma cut off your ear
Pop out the cut, I'ma knock off your gear

Nigga hatin' on me bad on the street and I won't brag
Can't get you, I keep that I see right through the fade, that why they mad
I chase the van, I'ma switch the tab I ain't gon' count, your lil' hoe got dragged
Beatin' up back, slappin' with these racks We gon' pop out, nigga, do him bad

Nigga don't wanna smoke with a young'un, let's get it
I don't really know, but these niggas be trippin
I don't really know, but these niggas ain't spendin
F*cked on a friend, I don't know why I did it

He don't know when, but you know he gon' get it
He don't shoot back, but can shoot him a trip
Slide in the scale, this ain't no real
Pop out the cut, I'ma do that with spillin

Nigga, I know you gon' get it
Nigga switchin', he gon' run to the switch
Voices in me sayin', get on your shit
R.I.P. bullet, he think I'm a lit

Turn on the scale and see if he hit
Sneak dissan leave his face in the ditch
Green Grinch, then we takin' your blit
Nigga want some more, then we pushin' up 40

Better get low and I'll hop out 40
Call on her phone, blue street, where your ho be
Bitch, 24, we'll pull up like Kobe
Mud blowin', I can't say, gon' blow me

Benz off the truck, a nigga be police
Claimin' that's too hard, then nigga come show me
I hope he know there's no love in these streets
No love

Bitch, 24, shit, man, you niggas know the f*ck poppin
Man, when you real, you gotta speak some wet
Yeah, nigga, free key, I got free cards for y'all
Nigga, rehab, free 308, free Mook, baby

Bleh
Bleh
Papa