Tony Shhnow - No Love Pt. 2 lyrics
[Tony Shhnow - No Love Pt. 2 lyrics]
Now Imma give yall niggas a gem
And this shit
You better take your heart out your chest
(Major on here, fuck nigga)
Put that motherfucka' in your back pocket
This shit bidness' nigga (big business)
(You're minor, we're major)
It's kill or be killed nigga
You could be eatin' nigga yeah
Nigga we just in time for the summer, nigga
(I really like to use cash)
(DJ Yung Rel, wake these fuck niggas up)
If you see me in the club
I don't wanna dap you up
I got it on me in the mall
You should know I keep it tucked
I'm getting head from your bitch right now
Cause' we don't give no fucks
Keep that stick, it hold me down
I up this bitch and say it's up
He mad as fuck these bitches going
We gon' go inside that trunk
Roll that nigga like a Backwood
Let it dry then light him up
I'm the heartbeat to the streets
But I still won't show no love
(DJ Yung Rel)
She said boy you so affectionate
Counting blue and green
But I never check my messages
Counting hunnids', getting brain
She show me intelligence
Hit her for a hour, kick her out
She swear I'm arrogant come home girl
Next get blown like a terrorist
Call my young nigga, he got babies
Live to surrogate stripes on me American
With foreigns on me too
If you see me out in public, you know me
I don't know you
Everywhere I keep that fire
So if you see me it get cool
If you see me in the club
I don't wanna dap you up
I got it on me in the mall
You should know I keep it tucked
I'm getting head from your bitch right now
Cause' we don't give no fucks
Keep that stick, it hold me down
I up this bitch and say it's up
He mad as fuck these bitches going
We gon' go inside that trunk
Roll that nigga like a Backwood
Let it dry then light him up
I'm the heartbeat to the streets
But I still won't show no love
Yeah this shit hitting though
We gon' keep dropping shit like this
You know, back to back, classics nigga
Nigga we do this shit everyday
Real street music, quality trap music nigga
DJ Yung Rel, we major tony Shhnow the eskimo
We brrr yo' bitch, nigga hoe up or blow up
Mildew or barbeque, bitch
Yeah we do this shit it's simple man, yeah
(We major)
And this shit
You better take your heart out your chest
(Major on here, fuck nigga)
Put that motherfucka' in your back pocket
This shit bidness' nigga (big business)
(You're minor, we're major)
It's kill or be killed nigga
You could be eatin' nigga yeah
Nigga we just in time for the summer, nigga
(I really like to use cash)
(DJ Yung Rel, wake these fuck niggas up)
If you see me in the club
I don't wanna dap you up
I got it on me in the mall
You should know I keep it tucked
I'm getting head from your bitch right now
Cause' we don't give no fucks
Keep that stick, it hold me down
I up this bitch and say it's up
He mad as fuck these bitches going
We gon' go inside that trunk
Roll that nigga like a Backwood
Let it dry then light him up
I'm the heartbeat to the streets
But I still won't show no love
(DJ Yung Rel)
She said boy you so affectionate
Counting blue and green
But I never check my messages
Counting hunnids', getting brain
She show me intelligence
Hit her for a hour, kick her out
She swear I'm arrogant come home girl
Next get blown like a terrorist
Call my young nigga, he got babies
Live to surrogate stripes on me American
With foreigns on me too
If you see me out in public, you know me
I don't know you
Everywhere I keep that fire
So if you see me it get cool
If you see me in the club
I don't wanna dap you up
I got it on me in the mall
You should know I keep it tucked
I'm getting head from your bitch right now
Cause' we don't give no fucks
Keep that stick, it hold me down
I up this bitch and say it's up
He mad as fuck these bitches going
We gon' go inside that trunk
Roll that nigga like a Backwood
Let it dry then light him up
I'm the heartbeat to the streets
But I still won't show no love
Yeah this shit hitting though
We gon' keep dropping shit like this
You know, back to back, classics nigga
Nigga we do this shit everyday
Real street music, quality trap music nigga
DJ Yung Rel, we major tony Shhnow the eskimo
We brrr yo' bitch, nigga hoe up or blow up
Mildew or barbeque, bitch
Yeah we do this shit it's simple man, yeah
(We major)