Gucci Mane - No Love lyrics

rate me

(Hook)

Thirty inches on the truck, nigga, no rule

And I don't get this car, sucka, no look

Gon' drive it crunked up, nigga, straight mud

So your first impression is a nigga sell drugs

I got ball, playa money, y'all get keished up

And if you get money, nigga, we can link up

I might pull to the club in the grey shorts

I'm smokin' out the pound bag, nigga, straight bud

(Verse)

These fuckin' shootaz strange, let 'em bitches hang

Jest this easter lana nigga, spend this easter lana kane

The girls sprain, I'm actin' when she see my chain bling

Fucked so many diamond necklaces her neck turn into ecstasy

Just came back from Texas, I just reel up with the Mexicans

When I phone the plug, I don't delete, I love these messages

Gucci Mane neglect the shit, I started all this flexin' shit

Bells of cushion, bells of perm to different adresseses

White shit that I'm sellin' will make you turn on yo relatives

Cop the plug, come shout with me, you know I got them melodies

Kush so strong, gotta smoke it in the rest room

Niggas say they got that gas, well, Gucci got that Jet fuel

(Hook)

Thirty inches on the truck, nigga, no rule

And I don't get this car, sucka, no look

Gon' drive it crunked up, nigga, straight mud

So your first impression is a nigga sell drugs

I got ball, playa money, y'all get keished up

And if you get money, nigga, we can link up

I might pull to the club in the grey shorts

I'm smokin' out the pound bag, nigga, straight bud

(Verse)

I put fours on the Coupe, they say it wouldn't fit

And I drop thirties on the trunk, they say the same shit

Told them thirty for a brick, they say I'm insane

But it's a try, they say Gucci say the same thing

All my rockets 'sache, chicks sendin' for a T-Shirt

I got thirty on my hippies, then they clip it how the heap work

Cold ass nigga, they should call a nigga AC

Got these niggas ? I drop three 'em in my EP

Foes! And when they come to hold you, I got 'em

Keep them playn games with they chains, so I shot 'em

Got it, realest nigga in it, don't you doubt it

4 hunit for that Rarri, bitch I'mma jump up out 'im

Go, hiump!

(Hook)

Thirty inches on the truck, nigga, no rule

And I don't get this car, sucka, no look

Gon' drive it crunked up, nigga, straight mud

So your first impression is a nigga sell drugs

I got ball, playa money, y'all get keished up

And if you get money, nigga, we can link up

I might pull to the club in the grey shorts

I'm smokin' out the pound bag, nigga, straight bud