No - Zelooperz

Ain’t no love lost

All yall niggas soft

I take your face off

Keep fucking with a boss

Tell me what it cost

We don’t tic-toc

This ain’t come from Ziploc

Niggas talk a lot, but they ain’t grow up on my block

Treat the Glock like grits

Imma blow it 'cause its hot

14 and I really had it in my socks

Baby Bob Ross

Painting green like moss

Everyday I hustle, bitch, I think I’m Rick Ross

liquor store, I was getting bitches off it

Know this pack gon' go

Ain’t no discount ho

I ain’t never had a problem tellin' niggas no

Pay for what you want, run up, gremlin take your soul

You ain’t never sold nothin', stick to what you know

It was me, momma

We were just trynna make it to

No matter what you do for niggas they a do you dirty

And I don’t even need the 30. cuz I’m going seven thirty

Niggas skrrt, get reversed, I’m absurd

Lotta birds, lotta nerds on my nerves

Niggas mad over hoes thats occured

Whats the word?

I’m smacking niggas on tongue

Whatchu want?

Everything under the sun?

bad bitch and she fiesty

Do the right thing can’t take this shit lightly

Do the right thing can’t take this shit lightly

won’t go

gon' hold

I ain’t never had a problem tellin' niggas no

Pay for what you want, but I’m gonna take your soul

You ain’t never sold nothin', stick to what you know