No Love / Ride For Me
See me in the front line
When I roll past
On your broke ass!
I could never trust these hoes
Pull up and I bust these hoes
They don't love me no
Now she trynna call my phone
All she wanna do is suck my soul
She wan' suck my soul
Why you wanna call me bro
I dunno if you a friend or foe
I don't trust you bro
I don't really trust these
I said I don't really
Trust these hoes
I don't trust these hoes
More time
Making my money
I'm getting
I got 4 or 5 that could
Ride for me
I'm reppin'
Oh you court-side
But I'm in the field
Come check it
She ain't know
I don't really fuck w hoes
I vet em
I got hoe sirens
Girl I see you shinin'
But you really been around
I can't see you as my chick
Put two fingers in her mouth
And make her see her eyelids
Girl you pretty thats about
It you ain't havin' my kids
I could never trust these hoes
Pull up and I bust these hoes
They don't love me no
Now she trynna call my phone
All she wanna do is suck my soul
She wan' suck my soul
Why you wanna call me bro
I dunno if you a friend or foe
I don't trust you bro
I don't really trust these
I said I don't really trust these hoes
I don't trust these hoes
I'm really out here
Trynna make a love song
But the hustle got me locked up son
She said its a problem
That I'm trynna treat
Her like an option
But I'm trynna see if she
Be in it for the long run
Cos I can't be pickin
Out the wrong one
And I'll know who it is
Depending on their suction
I make her uh uh
& she go uh uh uhhh
And then she went
And uh uh uhh and a mm mm
Yo slap it
Grab my suitcase and a jacket
Two Ls turn a W, magic
Brah don't back it
I Remember Dem Days
You ain't have it
Don't Trip you might
Get caught slippin' or lackin'
Radar automatic
Hoes clankin', hoes ratchet
I'm busy makin' money no actin
The only flip
You doing is a backflip
Believe that
Oh she made me uh, disappear
Did you, uh
Did you see that?
I could never trust these hoes
Pull up and I bust these hoes
They don't love me no
Now she trynna call my phone
All she wanna do is suck my soul
She wan' suck my soul
Why you wanna call me bro
I dunno if you a friend or foe
I don't trust you bro
I don't really trust these
I said I don't really
Trust these hoes
I don't trust these hoes
See me in the front line
When I roll past
On your broke ass
Pretty women I cant trust
I was caught in love once
It was all an act
I would really holla
Like a missed her
All of these hoes
Wanna comment on my form
Can't comment if you
Only get dollars from a picture
She really so fine fine fine
And I can't find find find
Anyone fine fine like her
I'm her mister
And I keep my girl jaw dropping
So their mouths keep running
I'm obsessed with
The way I'm so inter
And I tell a bitch
We can fly out to Milan
We can go shopping
Michelin a la carte
But baby you ain't ever
Gonna really get my heart
Cos I don't know what's real
I been traumatised hard
But will you ride for me
Will you die for me
Will you slide for me
Would you switch a side for me
Would you be my shorty
Yeah, be my shorty
Talk good on me
Baby girl put it on me
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah 22 I
Put these fuckers on the stand
And told em sing it dawg
I really been the man and those
Guys wanna play with me
I fuckin' break they hand and those
Boys they don't know
But imma make em understand it all
Truth, I can handle those
Really, I can't stand you hoes
If they gettin' very close
Hmm, I might bury those ha
Come here, I'll the truth
Man it's very cold
But just promise me
That you will never tell a soul
Never tell a soul
Never tell a soul
Mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm