[Intro: NoLove]
Brrrr-a
Brrt, brrrt
Get the feeling out my body like
Ah, ah, ah
NLE shit
Brrt, brrt, brrt
NLE
DJ Kidd, that's a hit for sure
[Chorus: NoLove]
I got a feeling niggas plottin' on some hatin' shit
Get my pistol out the shelf, yeah we gon' take a bitch
Get to bustin', let it squeeze, we ain't stoppin' shit
Don't stop and move, bob and weave, you better pop that shit
I got cold-blooded killers on my payroll
They gon' shoot without me askin' 'cause I said so
Flip that nigga car, turn into a bagel
Shoot a couple more times, make sure his mouth closed
[Verse 1: NoLove]
I got a call telling me that a nigga want smoke
New style carbon, with a scope, it's gon' take off his throat
Jump in that water, yeah it's hot, my niggas uppin' the score
Catch him slippin' at that red light, bitch he gon' fold
Drop top, hot box, I like to slam and pick opps
If a nigga play with us, we gon' knock his head off
Roll me a blunt, just to smoke, then I nod off
Poppin' all this Perc', I think a young nigga mind off
Nigga fuck that, which one of you pussy niggas playin' suspect?
Walk down on a nigga broad day, yeah we gon' touch that
Actin' like you gangsta gon' get you slippin', you can't come back
Hit him with them bullets straight through his mouth, now he can't talk back, so talk that
Yeah, you like the way them diamonds dance, huh?
Brrrr-a
Brrt, brrrt
Get the feeling out my body like
Ah, ah, ah
NLE shit
Brrt, brrt, brrt
NLE
DJ Kidd, that's a hit for sure
[Chorus: NoLove]
I got a feeling niggas plottin' on some hatin' shit
Get my pistol out the shelf, yeah we gon' take a bitch
Get to bustin', let it squeeze, we ain't stoppin' shit
Don't stop and move, bob and weave, you better pop that shit
I got cold-blooded killers on my payroll
They gon' shoot without me askin' 'cause I said so
Flip that nigga car, turn into a bagel
Shoot a couple more times, make sure his mouth closed
[Verse 1: NoLove]
I got a call telling me that a nigga want smoke
New style carbon, with a scope, it's gon' take off his throat
Jump in that water, yeah it's hot, my niggas uppin' the score
Catch him slippin' at that red light, bitch he gon' fold
Drop top, hot box, I like to slam and pick opps
If a nigga play with us, we gon' knock his head off
Roll me a blunt, just to smoke, then I nod off
Poppin' all this Perc', I think a young nigga mind off
Nigga fuck that, which one of you pussy niggas playin' suspect?
Walk down on a nigga broad day, yeah we gon' touch that
Actin' like you gangsta gon' get you slippin', you can't come back
Hit him with them bullets straight through his mouth, now he can't talk back, so talk that
Yeah, you like the way them diamonds dance, huh?
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