
No Love YBS Skola (Ft. Money Jake)
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[Intro]
(Cornell)
(Up North)
[Chorus: YBS Skola]
I can't show you no love, my nigga, you don't grab enough
Fifty thou' on a pendant, I ain't even gotta talk, it's sayin' enough
First ones in my town, better ask around, I do this stuff
Put your mans in the ground, keep playin' around, doin' stupid stuff
Pull up, park the dually truck, got somethin' off Call of Duty tucked
I still ain't forgot where I came from, I'll serve a nigga a QT
I pray Tron go pull it off, I swear I'm waitin' on Duney
I keep it goin' for the ones ain't here, I feel like that's my duty
[Verse 1: YBS Skola]
Hella pounds in the bitch crib, hold it down if it get weird
If you ever get interrogated, stay solid, don't get scared
I ain't goin' for the cap, yeah, this a nice bag, but the weed mid
See me and don't say nothin', I ain't tryna hеar what he said
Shoot some shit like Clint, chasin' monеy somewhere out the way
Hit, then caught my flight, told her I gotta get back to the A
What I made tonight, I pray that I could make it every day
My niggas gettin' rich behind the wall, they jammin' paper cake
If I don't get that frontend, just forget about it, I ain't comin'
Lil' bitch from the 'Raq just told me that her favorite player Drummond
I was in the trap before I hit the stu', I had it jumpin'
I ran through some racks, but put 'em all right back like it wasn't nothin'
(Cornell)
(Up North)
[Chorus: YBS Skola]
I can't show you no love, my nigga, you don't grab enough
Fifty thou' on a pendant, I ain't even gotta talk, it's sayin' enough
First ones in my town, better ask around, I do this stuff
Put your mans in the ground, keep playin' around, doin' stupid stuff
Pull up, park the dually truck, got somethin' off Call of Duty tucked
I still ain't forgot where I came from, I'll serve a nigga a QT
I pray Tron go pull it off, I swear I'm waitin' on Duney
I keep it goin' for the ones ain't here, I feel like that's my duty
[Verse 1: YBS Skola]
Hella pounds in the bitch crib, hold it down if it get weird
If you ever get interrogated, stay solid, don't get scared
I ain't goin' for the cap, yeah, this a nice bag, but the weed mid
See me and don't say nothin', I ain't tryna hеar what he said
Shoot some shit like Clint, chasin' monеy somewhere out the way
Hit, then caught my flight, told her I gotta get back to the A
What I made tonight, I pray that I could make it every day
My niggas gettin' rich behind the wall, they jammin' paper cake
If I don't get that frontend, just forget about it, I ain't comin'
Lil' bitch from the 'Raq just told me that her favorite player Drummond
I was in the trap before I hit the stu', I had it jumpin'
I ran through some racks, but put 'em all right back like it wasn't nothin'
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