​Luv No sl*tz lyrics

[Intro: Glokk40spaz & Unknown Female]
Hey Spaz
Woah, what’s up, what you doin'?
Nothing, I miss you
I can’t wait 'till you come home, so we can be together
Yeah
Mm, okay, well, I love you, hello?
Hold up
Hello Spaz you there?
The caller has hung up
(Ayy, Chapo)
Did this n*gga just hang up the phone on me?
Whoa, Whoa, Mobb, Gang, GF
n*gga know what the f*ck Mobbin' (GF)
F&N Pistol, In my pocket, I'm joggin'
I belittle my b*tches, I don't tell them I'm sorry

[Chorus]
Sumo flippin' the can, we gon' call 'em John Gotti
Man, this 7.6 sh*t, Mafioso party
Cut 'em in his sh*t, go, boy, walking target (sh*t)
And I'm gon' finish the beef that I always started (Woah)
Baby Life sh*t, f*ck yo' camp
Stomp on an opp like an ant (Yeah)
Juan want me to die, but I can't (Can't)
Up the Glock, turn the switch on like a lamp (Lamp)
Boy keep on playin', I'm the numbеr one vamp (I'm the number onе)
Psych out 'bout my stamp, seen the Glock, I took it (Psych out)
n*gga got the stick, he finna shoot him like D. Booker (Stick)
I'ma press the issue if his ass keep lookin' (Spray it)
I'm finna pop his ass off, turn me up (Pop his ass)
In a sprinter van, sticked up (Sticked up)
Scared of the Mobb, see the Whoa, he get hiccups (Woah, woah)
Pop at his ass, we gon' bust at his truck (Woah)
[Verse]
f*ck that b*tch, I'm just tryna' get my nut
b*tch, don't cap, you know this sh*t just lust (Don't cap)
How the f*ck can B'whoa ever love on a sl*t? (On a what)
I shoot through the peephole, if he creep through the cut
Set his ass up with a b*tch, it was easy to get his ass bust
Said one of the Whoa's got took, all that sh*t wasn't nun
Gotta f*ck more than b*tch, this sh*t unjust (What)
n*gga got in my face, we don't do sucker-punch (On God)
Uppercut his b*tch ass, had to lift his ass up (Up)
Been seen through the fake gang bangers, man, these n*ggas ain't tough (What)
Huh (Ayy), I'm on the block with my fye, I'm c*cky as f*ck, I feel untouched (Ayy)
I tote the Glock by the kid, I'on give a f*ck (Gang), but I still won't cuss (Cuss)
Whoa ain't goin' for nothin', DK bought him a .50-round drum (Drum)
Play with the mobb, we gon' rock out on sum' (Yeah)
Doin' all that dissin', we gon' cut off his thumb
Know some b*tches do di*k, put the crack in her gum (Ayy, hey)
n*gga said he got the drop on me?, pus*y ass n*gga, bullsh*t, all baloney (Woah)
Whoa said, "Put 'em on the plate, anchovy" (Anchovy)
Opps sing to the cops like karaoke
Thirty-shots hit his ass just like Jokić (Thirty-shots)
Wet his block up, I'm talkin' 'bout soak it
Joker face on my back, lil' b*tch, I'm not joking (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Sumo flippin' the can, we gon' call 'em John Gotti
Man, this 7.6 sh*t, Mafioso party
Cut 'em in his sh*t, go, boy, walking target (sh*t)
And I'm gon' finish the beef that I always started (Woah)
Baby Life sh*t, f*ck yo' camp
Stomp on an opp like an ant
Juan want me to die, but I can't (Can't)
Up the Glock, turn the switch on like a lamp (Lamp)
Boy keep on playin', I'm the number one vamp
Psych out 'bout my stamp, seen the Glock, I took it
n*gga got the stick, he finna shoot him like D. Booker (Stick)
I'ma press the issue if his ass keep lookin' (Spray it)
I'm finna pop his ass off, turn me up (Pop his ass)
In a sprinter van, sticked up (Sticked up)
Scared of the Mobb, see the Whoa, he get hiccups (Woah)
Pop at his ass, we gon' bust at his truck (Woah)