No Love

Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] It's Gucci Burrr [Chorus: Gucci Mane] 30 inches on the truck, nigga, no rub And I don't give these cocksuckers no love I'm double cupped up, nigga, straight mud So, your first impression is a nigga sell drugs I got ball player money, I be pieced up And if you gettin' money, nigga, we can link up I might pull up to the club in a Brinks truck I'm smoking out the pound bag, nigga, straight bud [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Loose leaves, fuck the shoestrings, let the bitches hang I'm just a East Atlanta nigga, 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' shit Baels of Kush and baels of purp, miled to two different addresses This white shit that I'm sellin' will make you go turn on your relatives Fuck your plug, come shop with me, you know I got them better deals Kush so strong, gotta smoke it in the restroom Niggas say they got that gas, well Gucci got that jet fuel [Chorus: Gucci Mane] 30 inches on the truck, nigga, no rub And I don't give these cocksuckers no love I'm double cupped up, nigga, straight mud So, your first impression is a nigga sell drugs I got ball player money, I be pieced up And if you gettin' money, nigga, we can link up I might pull up to the club in a Brinks truck I'm smoking out the pound bag, nigga, 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 shit 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 niggas, they should call a nigga A-C Got these niggas 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 nigga in it, don't you doubt 'em 400 for that 'Rari, bitch, I'mma jump up out 'em [Chorus: Gucci Mane] 30 inches on the truck, nigga, no rub And I don't give these cocksuckers no love I'm double cupped up, nigga, straight mud So, your first impression is a nigga sell drugs I got ball player money, I be pieced up And if you gettin' money, nigga, we can link up I might pull up to the club in a Brinks truck I'm smoking out the pound bag, nigga, straight bud