No L‘s lyrics

[Intro]
Free Keen, free Phil, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

[Verse 1]
I just hit a bad b*tch with a BBL (Bad one)
No names, I can never do a kiss and tell (Never)
f*ck hate, wish him well, anyway, I will prevail (I will)
Bros 'round me charged like Duracell (Charged up)
Life's changed, hit booth, I ain't doin' stains (No way)
Gettin' money for my voice and I cannot complain (Huh)
Bro's got the strains, hit it once, it bust the veins (Bust)
Old friends changed up, now it's feelin' strange (Damn)
Yeah it's feelin' mad (Yeah)
I put faith in my pen and pad (Uh)
I go hard like I ain't made a bag (Go hard)
Twenty K for my Rollie with the paper tags
Old hoes jumpin' in my DM, they some f*ckin' hags (Hags)
Might stack all winter (Yeah), spend it all summer (Yeah)
Give racks to my other, need a milly for my mother (Need a milly)
Cruise in the X3, not a Hummer (Nyoom)
He was up, now he's broke, what a bummer (Huh)

[Chorus]
No Ls, we ain't takin' defeat (No Ls)
Why these rappers always lie 'bout what they do in the street? (Liars)
French b*tch and she's lookin' petite (Bonjour)
See them on the 'gram spreadin' what I make in a week (Yeah)
No Ls, we ain't takin' defeat (No Ls)
Why these rappers always lie 'bout what they do in the street? (Liars)
French b*tch and she's lookin' petite (Bonjour)
See them on the 'gram spreadin' what I make in a week (Yeah)
[Verse 2]
Why they stuntin' what I make in a week? (They're f*ckin' liars)
Just pulled a cutie with a boujee physique (Yeah)
I'm on the backroads, I be movin' discreet (Gang)
Find me up in Louis or a Gucci boutique (Ayy)
Fame, it depends, I'm just tryna make these ends meet (Ends meet)
I be in my SUV, they still be ridin' ten-speeds (Nyoom, nyoom)
They was hatin' on me now these f*ckers actin' friendly (f*ckin' clowns)
No-name brands, now we pullin' up in Fendi (Fendi)
They ain't see the vision, then I bet they see it now (Yeah)
When we steppin' in the room, it's like a hundred thou (Bands)
All these b*tches on my di*k, I tell 'em "Simmer down" (Huh)
They all wanna be the queen, but they can't get the crown (Never)

[Bridge]
Yeah, no Ls
Take an L, take it on the chin
Make it right back, get this money
f*ck the rest, gang

[Chorus]
No Ls, we ain't takin' defeat (No Ls)
Why these rappers always lie 'bout what they do in the street? (Liars)
French b*tch and she's lookin' petite (Bonjour)
See them on the 'gram spreadin' what I make in a week (Yeah)
No Ls, we ain't takin' defeat (No Ls)
Why these rappers always lie 'bout what they do in the street? (Liars)
French b*tch and she's lookin' petite (Oui, oui)
See them on the 'gram spreadin' what I make in a week (Yeah)
[Outro]
Man, I keep seein' these rappers on the 'gram
Spreadin' like, one, two, three K
Thinkin' they're Pooh Shiesty and sh*t
f*ckin' clowns, ayy