Ain’t No Love lyrics

[Intro: Bobby Bland]
Ain't no love, a-ain't no love (J-J-J.R.)

[Chorus: 1900Rugrat]
Yeah, slidin' off a Perc, yeah, b*tch, it got me swervin'
Bad lil b*tch, she curvy, pus*y hittin' perfect (What up? What up?)
This lil' ho so bad, damn near got me actin' nervous (Yeah)
I pull it out, she talkin' 'bout, "Boy, that sh*t there finna hurt me"
Cut up in the Lamb' like a cracker doin' surgery
When I pop out with that blam, b*tch, I'm finna get to purgin'
It's a whole lot of snakes in the trap, we some serpents, vultures
Ridin' with that thirty, right up in the holster

[Verse 1: 1900Rugrat]
Go ham just like a tree top, straight jocked, this ain't no re-rock (Huh)
I was beatin' up my Reeboks, now I done f*cked around, got my cheese up (Come on)
Only pop out 'bout a check, it's the reason I brought v out (Yeah, yeah)
You bleed how I bleed, but I go to Louis, you go to Levi (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Why you wildin'? b*tch, 'cause 3 out
I can't wait 'til they let Steve out
Nasty ho, we ain't even leave the club, she tryna pull my meat out (Come on)
You ain't ready to up that b*tch and blow it, pus*y better leave out (Bah, bah)
I ain't got no love for no pus*y or no peon (Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
I got dope all in my lungs, I got lean all in my p*ss
I got Quagen in my cup, pus*y, I don't sip no Tris
Ain't nobody ain't have no love for me when I was on my di*k
I done ran it up, now it's twenty on both of my wrists
I done went hit Johnny, 20K in diamonds, both my wrists
You see these VV's shining, try to take 'em, I'm firin' off the switch (Fire off the rip)
Firin' off the rip, you play, we send you flyin', b*tch, I'm firin' off the hip, yeah
[Chorus: 1900Rugrat & BabyChiefDoit]
Yeah, slidin' off a Perc, yeah, b*tch, it got me swervin'
Bad lil b*tch, she curvy, pus*y hittin' perfect (Hmm, hmm)
This lil' ho so bad, damn near got me actin' nervous (Come on)
I pull it out, she talkin' 'bout, "Boy, that sh*t there finna hurt me" (Come on)
Cut up in the Lamb' like a cracker doin' surgery
When I pop out with that blam, b*tch, I'm finna get to purgin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
It's a whole lot of snakes in the trap, we some serpents, vultures
Ridin' with that thirty, right up in the holster (Baow, baow)

[Verse 2: BabyChiefDoit & BAK Jay]
I say we take his sh*t, thank you, sir, I need that off (I need that)
I ain't even have to jump folks gate, I walked right in 'cause the gate wasn't locked (I walked right in)
I see why n*ggas hidin', they know sh*t get slimy, grimy (Slime)
Dthang steal when he get quiet, you look for somethin', you not gon' find it
We on the E-way flyin', they f*ck 12 'cause they stopped tryin' (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Car too fast, we slide and glidin', they know not to get behind it
I'ma spray, can't duck my fire
Brrt, baow, we blow, you die (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
I don't know why hoes be mad, they seem to forget they not mine
She say, "Why you cheatin' on me?", what the hell you talkin' 'bout, b*tch? (What the f*ck?)
I wanna know if you f*ckin' or not, other than that, you ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t
Baby girl, you can't be trusted 'cause your ass eat shrimp and grits
I'm not askin' for too much, just send me money and show me tits (Show me them boobies)
What the f*ck? I'm too legit, I never had to drop a diss (Nah)
Every beat I touch a hit, it's still f*ck rap, I'll dump my clip
It's still f*ck rappers and f*ck hoes, get money, boy, I must admit (I need cash)
I had came through blowin', he tripped, Dthang came through blowin' and he hit (Baow, baow)
b*tch, I've been swervin'
This lil' ho is way too bad, damn, she make me nervous (Ooh, b*tch, you bad)
I ain't gon' lie, this 7.62 hit him, he hurtin' (Ahh)
I ain't even gon' lie, n*gga, catch him, we gon' shirt him (Ahh, slatt)
Catch him, we gon' murk him, dancin', prancin'
I ain't gon' lie, my b*tch look like Charleson Manson (Oh-oh, sh*t)
I don't give a f*ck about nothin', n*gga, I get to dancin'
I ain't even gon' lie, n*gga, ya sh*t, you need a Pamper, n*gga, slatt (Ayy)
[Verse 3: BAK Jay]
Youngins pull up, shootin' sh*t, I ain't talkin' 'bout No Jumper (No Jumper)
This ho thick, got thumpers, tell the opps go check them numbers (Go check them numbers)
Ain't been to the hood in a minute, Mr. Drop-'Em (Mr. Drop-'Em)
BAK got stamped at fifteen, sixteen, ran up commas (I swear)
Sixteen, ran up hella paper, wanna go somewhere? Bae, I'll take you (I'll take you)
I'm the type of n*gga pull a Drac' on a hater, your ho going and cannot save her (Cannot save her)
Stretch me a opp and then count up a ten, throw me a rock, I'ma show my hand (Show my hand)
[?] out when I land, take a few Percs, boot up off Xans (Ayy)
They got me stuck in the crib right now, when I'm back outside probably ridin' with killers (Ridin' with killers)
She keep askin' about this one ho, I can't lie, bae, I been hit her (Can't lie)
That was way before you, baby, bro sell crack just like the eighties
The way she throw it, might have a— (Baby), the way she do it gon' drive you crazy (Crazy)
They say I've been poppin' in, think I was born for this lifestyle
Fully Drac', it got some kick, get to blowin', might turn your lights out (Blrrdt, blrrdt, blrrdt)
f*ck later, b*tch, I need it right now (Right now)
Smoke on who? I never back down (Back down)
Pull up shootin', then spin right back 'round (Bah, bah, bah), yeah that sound