No Love ft. SlimThugg & Binnladyn Balla Lyrics

Don't got no love for these freaks

Hit up the club, we geeked

Spent up a dub this week

Fuck up a check now my diamonds on fleek

Yea man ran up a dub this week

These niggas all fruity, hell yea man they sweet

No, I don't got no love for no freaks

I got all the guns, they on me

I switch up my timing

My diamonds they blinding

I got different hustles, I'm steadily grinding

This music, I'm getting straight to it

Act like you don't know then you bitches is stupid

Sliding on Opps

Niggas could've sworn I fuck with the Taliban

I'm counting them racks

Niggas could've sworn I fuck with the contraband

Can't fuck with these niggas, these niggas be leach

You reach, I'm a teach

They don't be outside where they say they be at

These niggas be fleek

I'm chasing a bag and I run up a check

I'm just trying to eat

I cannot wait 'til I get to the top cause bitch i'ma skeet

I don't got no love for these freaks

Hit up the club, we geeked

Spent up a dub this week

Fuck up a check now my diamonds on fleek

Yea man ran up a dub this week

These niggas all fruity, hell yea man they sweet

No, I don't got no love for no freaks

I got lots of guns, they on me

Should I drop this, I'm not sure

Everyone want from me, more

Songs, visuals, shows, tour

Lick the door, wave the four four

Hell yeah, i'ma up it for sure

Aim, cock, Glock, war

I might just fuck him on tour

Not enough money, want more

"Bitch, I'm in the mother fucking stu bitch what are you doing?"

"Man, you know the vibes, I'm sitting here"

"Yo' I cant wait 'til I come to fucking New York and see you Binnladyn

like what the fuck?"

"I'm just rolling up this za bitch, what's going on?"

"(AHHH!) i'ma call you right back, though"

"aright"

Ite"

Yo'

What you on, nigga?

Not shit bruh, just chilling

When the hell you coming home?

Man, I come home tomorrow

Swear to god

On god

Oh, we finna turn up nigga you know that

Already know bruh

Alright, love nigga

Alright, love you too

I'm outside with the killers

If you bitches step then a bitch getting pressed

I took her nigga, left her looking bitter

She ugly, she need her a filter

My name getting bigger and that's not a flex

You bitches be mad, but ain't counting no checks

Some of you bitches is stressed

Look at ya pockets, empty ass wallets

I'm at the bank and I'm making deposits

I'm with yo' bitch, she giving massages

She giving me brain, she giving me nogging

I'm loving her head, she giving me knowledge

I'm all in her mouth like a trending topic

Give him that nogging (Head; sloppy)

We fuck on the bed, I'm calling him Papi

You bitches is internet, I don't get into that

Bitches is jocking, mocking, a copy

I got that neutron, johnny

Hoping Hilfiger it out, no tommy

Told him it's pink as salami

Pull up with guns like the army, yea, ay

Ba-ba-ba-boom graaa

Ahh ahhh