No Love, No Praise Lyrics

This beat crazy

Make you wanna call cadence (left, right, left, right, left, right)

Eye for an eye I agree with Hammerabi

Have you in a spiral like Fibonacci

Bitches dressed down in nothing but Versace

I could have sketchers on, bitches still watch me

Uh I don't even like to DM I rather see them before she get a chance to meet him

Lose before you started

Only need to push a button for my car to start it

Arrive I departed

Wake up early in Jamaica for a party

If your girl with me sorry not sorry

Heartless, but she chose me regardless

Thought I told you once, you lost 'fore you started

Tired of my hair, so a nigga had to part it

Ass out on the IG pic hearted

She asked if I love her a nigga said hardly

Don't wanna be bald nigga Steve Harvey

If I ride a motorcycle issa Harley

Bitches on the dick like Harley on the Joker

Twerking on the pelvis Facebook poke her

Got an open hand but I don't play poker

If you want beef roll up like a smoker

Choke her in missionary read the dictionary

Paint a perfect picture like this shit Pictionary

Getting better over time shit getting scary

Fuck a bitch in the barracks green on green

Afterwards forget you nigga Ceelo Green

Got ice on the neck nigga below freeze

She want me to cuff but nigga you know me

Eye for an eye I agree with Hammerabi

Stunt on my ex with a new Maserati

Me and rap like Jet Li and Karate

Hungry right now, sushi with wasabi

The fuck gonna stop me?

These niggas can't guard me

Sound so arrogant, sound a little cocky

Talk like this cuz I finish my broccoli, train like rocky ya girl call me papi

Thought I was finished cuz the beat done diminished?

Had to make more bars back in the kitchen

Rap ain't dead, I just need y'all to listen

Niggas act like they straight from the trenches

Talk a lotta shit but they get no bitches

It's evident, still making lies is so treacherous

A pessimist over twenty lying bout they measurements

Damn, now I'm done get the memo?

Tell me get my weight up but you looking like Lizzo

Plain jeans white tee, like to keep it simple

If we got problems we can handle with the pistol

Whip it like a slave and I'll piss on your grave

Ain't doing it if I'm not getting paid

Ask where I get it from a nigga self made

Made it this far no love no praise

Chi let the beat fade