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4tm drako & nle choppa - no love lyrics

[intro: 4tm drako]
grrah (yeah, jay on the beat so you know it’s a banger, n+gga), gang
ayy (ayy), f+ck wrong with a n+gga, ayy
gang (gang, gang)
ayy (ayy, ayy)

[chorus: 4tm drako]
man, i just be d+gg+n’ these hoes (d+gg+n’ these hoes)
i don’t got no love for these b+tches (hol’ up)
whole city mad, ’cause i did it
i don’t get no love from my lil’ city (no more)
chargin’ the fifty, [?] they tried to book me
and you gon’ die if you reach out this pendent
r.i.p bullets comin’ out this glizzy (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
another gone, that’s another k!llin’
i’m on demon time, [?] coulda ride
run a homicide, up in my city (okay)
yeah, his brother died, f+ck them other guys
i done dropped a bag on them lil’ b+tches
i done got ’em mad, i got ’em trippin’ (they trippin’)
i’m on n+ggas ass, stop playin’ with me (stop trippin’)
they gon’ make me mad, playin’ with my siblings
made me f+ckin’ crash out of this fifty
[verse 1: dtm drako]
made me f+ckin’ crash out of this glizzy (brrt)
put a n+gga ass up in that blender (that’s real)
hit ’em with the switch, no, i’m with the shizz
walk ’em down, make his ass surrender (for real)
he got stepper sh+t, tell ’em to send ’em (ayy, send ’em)
i’ma do ’em bad, slicin’ his dimple (brrt)
throw that right behind, that’s my evil twin
i can’t tell you what i did with that n+gga (grrah)
we tried drop us a opp (drop us a opp)
so many shots at his top (shots at his top)
better stay in, we spinnin’ the block (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
we got some cash, ain’t y’all seen glocks?
glock at his face, we get the drop
up the ol’ way, we get the drop
f+ck up the game when i say we chop
we spinnin’ the block

[chorus: 4tm drako & nle choppa]
man, i just be d+gg+n’ these hoes (d+gg+n’ these hoes)
i don’t got no love for these b+tches (no love)
whole city mad, ’cause i did it
i don’t get no love from my lil’ city
chargin’ the fifty, [?] they tried to book me
and you gon’ die if you reach out this pendent (brrt)
r.i.p bullets comin’ out this glizzy
another gone, that’s another k!llin’
i’m on demon time, [?] coulda ride
run a homicide, up in my city (my city)
yeah, his brother died, f+ck them other guys
i done dropped a bag on them lil’ b+tches
i done got ’em mad, i got ’em trippin’
i’m on n+ggas ass, stop playin’ with me (with top shottas)
they gon’ make me mad, playin’ with my siblings
made me f+ckin’ crash out of this fifty (ayy)
[verse 2: nle choppa]
make me f+ckin’ crash out with this glizzy (grr)
spazz out when sh+t get sticky (sticky)
i don’t need a n+gga ridin’ with me
less the people in the car ’cause they be snitchin’ (snitch)
try to slide on me, take that challenge (take that challenge)
guaranteed he won’t climb that mountain (climb that mountain)
bullets wet him like a fountain, take him on a drown
they gon’ have to lost and found him (found)
hunnid sticks and a few bad b+tches in the loft, living life like ross (like rick)
all them honey buns cool, but i got a meal ticket, come talk to a boss (hot sh+t)
few million on this and that, but a couple racks get a n+gga knocked off (hit a n+gga)
ball is life, cross him like hot sauce
hit him with the stick, don’t play golf (don’t play golf)
intercepting when i caught it
smith and wesson, i ain’t bought it (ain’t bought it)
picked a felon with a .40 (fourty)
you respecting since i shot it (shotta)
give me a opp and a beat, i’ma walk it
i don’t really do the talkin’
murder on my mental and it sit there often
say somethin’ and i’m sparkin’
catch him in the car, shoot it up until i park it

[chorus: 4tm drako & nle choppa]
man, i just be d+gg+n’ these hoes (d+gg+n’)
i don’t got no love for these b+tches (these b+tches)
whole city mad, ’cause i did it (i did it)
i don’t get no love from my lil’ city
chargin’ the fifty, [?] they tried to book me
and you gon’ die if you reach out this pendent (top shotta)
r.i.p bullets comin’ out this glizzy
another gone, that’s another k!llin’
i’m on demon time, [?] coulda ride
run a homicide, up in my city
yeah, his brother died, f+ck them other guys
i done dropped a bag on them lil’ b+tches
i done got ’em mad, i got ’em trippin’
i’m on n+ggas ass, stop playin’ with me
they gon’ make me mad, playin’ with my siblings
made me f+ckin’ crash out of this fifty (brrt)

- 4tm drako nle choppa lyrics

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