No Love lyrics

by

Quavo


[Intro: Gucci Mane]
It's Gucci
Burrr

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
30 inches on the truck, n*gga, no rub
And I don't give these c*cksuckers no love
I'm double cupped up, n*gga, straight mud
So, your first impression is a n*gga sell drugs
I got ball player money, I be pieced up
And if you gettin' money, n*gga, we can link up
I might pull up to the club in a Brinks truck
I'm smoking out the pound bag, n*gga, straight bud

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Loose leaves, f*ck the shoestrings, let the b*tches hang
I'm just a East Atlanta n*gga, spittin this East Atlanta game
Make a girl sprain her ankle when she see my chain blang
I wear so many diamond necklaces, her neck turn like the exorcist
Just came back from Texas, I just re-upped with the Mexicans
Ran off on the plug, all while I delete all his messages
Gucci Man, the glacier I started all this flexin' sh*t
Baels of Kush and baels of purp, miled to two different addresses
This white sh*t that I'm sellin' will make you go turn on your relatives
f*ck your plug, come shop with me, you know I got them better deals
Kush so strong, gotta smoke it in the restroom
n*ggas say they got that gas, well Gucci got that jet fuel
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
30 inches on the truck, n*gga, no rub
And I don't give these c*cksuckers no love
I'm double cupped up, n*gga, straight mud
So, your first impression is a n*gga sell drugs
I got ball player money, I be pieced up
And if you gettin' money, n*gga, we can link up
I might pull up to the club in a Brinks truck
I'm smoking out the pound bag, n*gga, straight bud

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
I put fours on the coupe, they said they wouldn't fit
And I drop 30's on the truck, they say the same sh*t
Told 'em 30 for a brick, they say I'm insane
But it's a drought and they Gucci say the same thing
All I rock is 'Sace, 600 for a T-Shirt
I got 30 on my hip, extended clip, that how the heat work
Cold-ass n*ggas, they should call a n*gga A-C
Got these n*ggas hot cause I dropped Freon in my A-P
Froze!
And when it come to hoes, yeah, I got 'em
And he was playin' games with that chain, so I shot 'em
Gotti! Realest n*gga in it, don't you doubt 'em
400 for that 'Rari, b*tch, I'mma jump up out 'em

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
30 inches on the truck, n*gga, no rub
And I don't give these c*cksuckers no love
I'm double cupped up, n*gga, straight mud
So, your first impression is a n*gga sell drugs
I got ball player money, I be pieced up
And if you gettin' money, n*gga, we can link up
I might pull up to the club in a Brinks truck
I'm smoking out the pound bag, n*gga, straight bud
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