No Love ft. MTG Ghost Lyrics

Ayy, cello, this shit crazy What up, T

Screamin' Red Rum

Yeah, It ain't no love in the lil' city that I Come from Body after body, Got them youngyins screamin' Red Rum

Lil' bitch book smart, But I call her stupid Cause her head dumb, Good za hittin hard, Man, I damn near coughed up a lung

I'm not the two, three, four, five lil' bitch, I'm the one and Ain't shit sweet, But I swear we stack the Honey bun

Man, I done came a long way from makin' Niggas run, Used to talk shit all day, I'm like, Fuck it, Put it in a song

It ain't peer pressure when I'm pushin' Pressure, Handin ' out them testers

TT don't know what I be into, Cause I don't Be tryna stress her

Out in Whitewater, I made 20k every Semester Last opp spoke out, Left this world On a stretcher

Pablo told me go out there and get it, Nigga You my son

Fuckin with lil' bro, like, move over, let me Drop this one

So much blood on my shoes, it look like I'm rockin' Christian

BlueFaces in my pocket like I fuck around With Chrisean

Cruisin' down the Rich County like they gon' Do me wrong

Loose leaf with the white bitch and a Crackin' phone

Uh, uh, almost forgot that

Nigga tried to swipe my pop, Nigga, I ain't Look back

Whole ones for 50, You ain't know I had a Whole slab

Buss a 36 down by 50, Nigga, Do the math

I was humble, Nigga, I ain't fuck with the Quicksand, Bro

Said fuckin with the lil' boy, You can be a Man

Ain't no love in my city, I ain't believin' that

Cookin' oz's with my bros like my name Dak

Lookin' for plugs in every state like I ain't Comin' back

Tryna run seven states with them Falcons Like Micheal Vick

Told bro that streets ain't it you better find Yo niche

But that's the one I call every time you gotta Fight the switch

Niggas fallin' off, Tryna come up on quick Licks

Ain't no love in my city, You can fuck around And get hit Bitch