G.T. - No Love lyrics

Ayy damn
Alright, let's get activated ayy, yeah
I ain't got no love
For no fake-ass, actin'-ass
Rappin'-ass nigga
I'm a dopeman, trappin'-ass nigga

Young nigga from 7 Mile
(Ayy) , that's worth seven figures
That's what happen when you
Waitin' on a package, lil' nigga
I'm talkin' about a hundred thousand
After a hundred thousand, nigga
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' shit off like a
Boss, when you come back, you winnin'


Hoppin' out the whip I'm in
This bitch 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 shit
They already know who get it
Came in the game like Ja Morant
Jumped over niggas

I ain't got no love
For no fake-ass, actin'-ass
Rappin'-ass nigga
I'm a dopeman, trappin'-ass nigga
I ain't got no love
For no fake-ass, actin'-ass
Rappin'-ass nigga
I'm a dopeman, trappin'-ass nigga

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

I just sent 'em out
Wop tracked them bitches
They already sold soon as we get
Home and unpack them bitches
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' niggas
And everywhere we go
We set up shop and bring the traffic with us
Go'n 'head serve you somethin', nigga
Before you rap about it
And if it was a race
We already won 'cause we ran laps around you

I ain't got no love
For no fake-ass, actin'-ass
Rappin'-ass nigga
I'm a dopeman, trappin'-ass nigga
I ain't got no love
For no fake-ass, actin'-ass
Rappin'-ass nigga
I'm a dopeman, trappin'-ass nigga

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
We just bust a chirp, it got diamonds in it
Hell 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' shit sweet
And playin' friendly
We gon' slime you niggas

I just left LAX gettin' a hundred 'bows
I finally figured why that chicken
Crossed that fuckin' road
'Cause he was runnin' from that
Pyrex and that hot-ass stove
How I play with her pussy
She play with her nose
I like to turn one to two
And then play with the pro
And we don't let shit 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

I ain't got no love
For no fake-ass, actin'-ass
Rappin'-ass nigga
I'm a dopeman, trappin'-ass nigga
I ain't got no love
For no fake-ass, actin'-ass
Rappin'-ass nigga
I'm a dopeman, trappin'-ass nigga

And clear that tab all by myself
Don't need no help with shit
(Don't need no help at all)
I got big heater on me now
I get to meltin' shit
(I get to meltin' shit)
They think my gang, we Kappa Alpha
Get to steppin' shit (Big steppin')
Fifty in my pants
I'll hit Truth and get to blessin' shit
(Skrrt)
VVSs in my Cuban, this bitch bright as fuck
(Drank God) forty for that plain presi'
I'm gon' ice it up (Bust it down, nigga)
Yeah, put a dooky in my juice
I had to spike the punch (Had to turn it up)
He a pussy, had to whack his homie 'cause
He hyped him up (Hah)
Got a Wraith on Forgiatos all off pint money
(Skrrt) swear these goofy niggas broke like
They don't like money
(Niggas broke as fuck)
Yeah, we came up off sellin' purple
I got white money (Like the white people)
RIP lil Rizz
Whoever killed my it's on sight for him
(No cap)

I ain't got no love
For no fake-ass, actin'-ass
Rappin'-ass nigga
I'm a dopeman, trappin'-ass nigga
I ain't got no love
For no fake-ass, actin'-ass
Rappin'-ass nigga
I'm a dopeman, trappin'-ass nigga

(2 Side make the beat go)