Love No Thotty (feat. yuke)

Hold on, I got what you want, ayy I got money and the drugs, I can't get no love, ayy I can't get no love, tellin' that, not a slay, ayy Bitch, you really bugged out, if you think I'll give a fuck, ayy Niggas can't compete with me, cause niggas really suck, ayy I pull up with ten niggas, we hop up out the cut, ayy Put the blick up to his skull and turn his brain to mush, ayy Worry about yourself and chase the check, that's what moms say Hold on, worry about the cash, tryna grab it Watch y'all walk up in this spot, livin' lavish Model home, I'll be one of them, let me clap it She treat me like a blunt till I'm ashin Only makin' weird drop, I get the cash in If I'm drinkin', then I'm drinkin' till I'm blackin Boy, you cappin', you don't get all the backin I just dropped another song, and lil' you just keep spazzin Lil' you just might crash the whip Lil' you might just crack your bitch I might go and slime your shit, I might go and slime your twin I might slide through your trap, inna fuckin benz Pussy nigga, we know that you can't even show up in Yeah, huh, it's okay, though Huh, you a broke nigga inna trap, ayy, oh Huh, it's okay, though Not really It's okay, though It's okay, though You really think I care, huh Faggot really askin' me to share? huh I be coolin' in my crib, posted with a blunt Fuckin' yo' bitch from the back, and she grunt I be stayin' quiet, but they know I'm finna stunt Random bitches tryna rap, but they didn't make the cut I was with yo' lil' hoe, but she couldn't make me nut Jug that bitch for his chain, now he askin' for it back Get back to the fuckin' crib, and we smokin' on this pack Racks on racks, fuckin' that bitch on the back White nose filled, feel like I'm doin' fuckin' crack But I don't fuck with that boy, cause he talk smack What?