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no love - g.t. lyrics

[intro: g.t.]
ayy
d*mn
alright, let’s get activated
ayy, yeah
i ain’t got no love for no fake*ass, actin’*ass, rappin’*ass n*gga
i’m a dopeman, trappin’*ass n*gga

[verse 1: g.t.]
young n*gga from 7 mile (ayy), that’s worth seven figures
that’s what happen when you waitin’ on a package, lil’ n*gga
i’m talkin’ about a hundred thousand after a hundred thousand, n*gga, we stack it different
and ever since i changed the tax bracket, they think i’m actin’ different
and if you ever took a loss and you kept checkin’, it say the tracking pending
shake that lil’ sh*t off like a boss, when you come back, you winnin’
hoppin’ out the whip i’m in, this b*tch over a quarter ticket
i don’t even want it tinted, let ’em see who floatin’ in it
i ain’t gotta brag about this sh*t, they already know who get it
came in the game like ja morant, jumped over n*ggas
[chorus: g.t.]
i ain’t got no love for no fake*ass, actin’*ass, rappin’*ass n*gga
i’m a dopeman, trappin’*ass n*gga
i ain’t got no love for no fake*ass, actin’*ass, rappin’*ass n*gga
i’m a dopeman, trappin’*ass n*gga

[verse 2: gue wop]
ayy, one brick, two bricks, i stack it different
i told migo just bring ’em, i’ma wrap and send ’em
and that don’t belong to me, mail it back to sender
is it boy? is it girl? i don’t know the gender

[verse 3: g.t.]
i just sent ’em out, wop tracked them b*tches
they already sold soon as we get home and unpack them b*tches
it’s easy to rap with gue, ’cause ain’t no cappin’, i be trappin’ with him
the plug sent a box of white squares, but ain’t no napkins in it
we ain’t even gotta use no bullets, dog, we’ll start smackin’ n*ggas
and everywhere we go, we set up shop and bring the traffic with us
go’n ‘head serve you somethin’, n*gga, before you rap about it
and if it was a race, we already won ’cause we ran laps around you

[chorus: g.t.]
i ain’t got no love for no fake*ass, actin’*ass, rappin’*ass n*gga
i’m a dopeman, trappin’*ass n*gga
i ain’t got no love for no fake*ass, actin’*ass, rappin’*ass n*gga
i’m a dopeman, trappin’*ass n*gga
[verse 4: g.t.]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
we just bust a chirp, it got diamonds in it
h*ll nah, this ain’t no luck, man, this what hard work and some grindin’ get you
my chain got vs1s, you lookin’ at it, that’s why it’s shinin’ different
keep thinkin’ sh*t sweet and playin’ friendly, we gon’ slime you n*ggas

[verse 5: gue wop & g.t.]
i just left lax gettin’ a hundred ‘bows
i finally figured why that chicken crossed that f*ckin’ road
’cause he was runnin’ from that pyrex and that hot*ass stove
how i play with her p*ssy, she play with her nose
i like to turn one to two and then play with the pro
and we don’t let sh*t slide, you play me, you gone
on my left wrist, i got fifty, that’s that rose gold
and this glocky got a fifty, i’ll send you home

[verse 5: icewear vezzo]
and clear that tab all by myself, don’t need no help with sh*t (don’t need no help at all)
i got big heater on me now, i get to meltin’ sh*t (i get to meltin’ sh*t)
they think my gang, we kappa alpha, get to steppin’ sh*t (big steppin’)
fifty in my pants, i’ll hit truth and get to blessin’ sh*t (skrrt)
vvss in my cuban, this b*tch bright as f*ck (drank god)
forty for that plain presi’, i’m gon’ ice it up (bust it down, n*gga)
yeah, put a dooky in my juice, i had to spike the punch (had to turn it up)
he a p*ssy, had to whack his homie ’cause he hyped him up (hah)
got a wraith on forgiatos all off pint money (skrrt)
swear these goofy n*ggas broke like they don’t like money (n*ggas broke as f*ck)
yeah, we came up off sellin’ purple, i got white money (like the white people)
r.i.p. lil rizz, whoever k!lled my— it’s on sight for him (no cap)
[chorus: g.t.]
i ain’t got no love for no fake*ass, actin’*ass, rappin’*ass n*gga
i’m a dopeman, trappin’*ass n*gga
i ain’t got no love for no fake*ass, actin’*ass, rappin’*ass n*gga
i’m a dopeman, trappin’*ass n*gga

[outro]
(2 side make the beat go)

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