Not a Love song Lyrics

I got tired of makin' love songs

Ridin through the east side tryna find someone to love on

Shawty blowin' up my phone, she tryna see where I'm goin'

I'm with my new hoe on the nat, you pull up, she gon' get to blowin

Look, this is not a love song

This a fuck round, get some get back, nigga, up yo gun song

Nigga screamin' inside them songs, what the fuck you actin' tough for

Nigga gotta chill, I'ma pop my shit on the soft beat and I'ma mean that shit for real

Nigga ain't never kill

Westside demon, but never in the field

I just bought my fourth car 19, nigga, I ain't never sign a deal

Treat these niggas like my sons

I sit them down like Bradley Beal

How you talkin' bout you so rich but you ain't never touch a mill

Y'all makin' spam accounts to get my drop, but I ain't postin' shit

You get my drop, you better kill me now, cause I ain't foldin' bitch

I can't get set up with no bitch, cause I ain't thinkin' with my dick

You wanna beef then bitch, let's do it, I introduce you to my switch

I got tired of makin' love songs

Ridin through the east side tryna find someone to love on

Shawty blowin' up my phone, she tryna see where I'm goin'

I'm with my new hoe on the nat, you pull up, she gon' get to blowin

I got hella bags like Halloween

I don't fill that shit with sweets, I fill that shit with hella green

Feel like a kid on Christmas Eve

I'm up all night, I cannot sleep, Tryna make a mil

I gotta make this play before I leave

I am not no trick so baby, I cannot buy you no weave

You did not put that lil nigga, you cannot hit none this weed

Why these boys so sweet

I fill em' up with hoes like Krispy Kreme

She tryna clock some tea

I told her, Baby girl, come join my team

Thick lil lightskin shit she bad ass hell she tryna fuck with me

She fuckin for a dollar, but she can't even get no food from me

Is you tryna love, or is you tryna come up off of me

She say, fuck love, lil' shawty tryna have a child with me

I got tired of makin' love songs

Ridin through the east side tryna find someone to love on

Shawty blowin' up my phone, she tryna see where I'm goin'

I'm with my new hoe on the nat, you pull up, she gon' get to blowin

I can't do no love no more, I can't do no hug no more

I can't fuck these hoes, cause she gon' switch up, send her to the bros

They gon' fuck, they gon' pass her

she a hoe, fuck it, trash her,

That lil' hoe need her some God, I told him, send her to the pastor

She gon' fuck all of the bros, and try to call me cryin after

Told that hoe, I need some space

don't call my phone, just hit up NASA

Fuck that, I might need you, set up these young niggas from Atlanta

They gon' go they need some pussy back, they fuckin' hoes off candler