R3trØ Riq - No Love Lyrics

People talkin down
They don't wanna give me love
Give me love
Had to break up from city
Dawg I had to live it up
Live it up

Deez oppas tryna burn me up
I needa get a Smith n Wesson
I came in number 1
I overide all my contestants
Everybody slept up on me
Homie I was never resting
I had to get some coin
While all my people steady reppin

I was walking round
They hearing semi automatics
A killing in my city
Swear the 803 is tragic
Don't nobody wanna fade
Just get a pole and ask for static
A lotta dirty money
Nother body inna casket
It's havoc

Any time a person catch me in the streets
It's some beef
Tryna spray me wit the kay
Came with the 30 and that beam
Tryna sell it for a 20
I make 100s in my sleep
Vvs' s on my chain
A shining T up on my ring

And he got a glock now
Let pop out
If he talk down
150 bullets zipped up in the bag
Pull the stock out
Took yo shawty off the chair
She in the air like a noctowl
Couldn't fool up wit the streets
I seen my brodies getting locked down

Ak47
We gon bang it
40x attachment put it on the barrel
Let that range hit
Hang round round with the shooters
And the looters
That my main clique
Got me running to the store
Im dodging poles
Like it's asic

Upin the chopper
Got 9 millimeters in sight
And Its gon tear in me
Crown the king of the city
I know that they wit me
Aint no tyranny
Told em I never act out in the public
So y all these hittas be fearing me
Gemme the cash on demand
Gotta semi on hand
If he need more clarity

The 30 and 40
Gon take off his neck
A 40 wit shorty
She aimming next
I Came outta my city
They know im the best
And these shots penetrating
I need me a vest

Turn up 44
And they lyrics be boring
I'm ballin like Stephen
I feel like I'm scoring
Been hot to the native
Might cop me a foreign
Gon hang wit the gang
When I'm not out here touring

I swear all these hittas be whack
Nd they wanna attack
Cuz I'm gettin these racks
If she said that she love me
She don't get it back
Nd I'm ready for war
Had to pick up the tac

Some brothers in cells
They was flipping a pack
A strap in his buckle
They folded him fast
Gon keep me a burner
I might cop a Mac
Thought they caught me slippin
I'm never gon lack

Street life what we on
Cant leave without a pole
U killed if u fold
That's why
Imma go