No Love Lost

Lyrics

[Intro] (StupidDog, I ain't lie, this bitch hard) [Verse 1: YN Jay] If I kidnap somebody, did I steal, dawg? If I take a nigga shit, did I steal, dawg? If I take a nigga Bully, did I steal, dawg? I just knocked down my money, it was still tall [Verse 2: YSR Gramz] If I go broke today, I'll still ball If a nigga touch one of mines, I'll kill y'all We will not buy that drank, if the seal off Only listen to my niggas, I don't feel y'all [Verse 3: YN Jay] Bitch leak before she shoot, she suck real balls I just hit the yeah, what the fuck? It was real dog Pitbull breakin' off the leash, it's a real dog I'm only answering my phone when it's a real call [Verse 4: YSR Gramz] Told my nigga, "Slide on an opp", show me you real, dawg I sware I do it for my niggas who ain't get to live, dawg You ain't the one with thе P's, you a lil' dog If I could bring Gabe to a show, he'll love y'all [Verse 5: YN Jay] Phonе beatin' hard for the Perkys, I get pill calls Bitch tryna cook some food for me, I get meal calls I be payin' all my family rent, I get bill calls All these record labels calling my phone, I get deal calls [Verse 6: YSR Gramz] You ain't tryna give me three hundred, then the deal off My nigga in the country-ass town, gettin' pills off You got a Glock with a thirty, nigga, you still soft Fat nigga, I'm tryna get money, like I'm Rick Ross [Verse 7: YN Jay] Even if you hate me bad, I still love y'all Done with streets, but still answer when the Bloods call Had to leave some niggas where we stayin', ain't no love lost Nigga caught a body for some money, did the blood cost? [Verse 8: YSR Gramz] If you want a verse from YN Jay, I'll plug y'all A nigga tried to finesse me for some weed, I had to plug dawg My nigga did some fuck nigga shit, I had to sub dawg Walkin' in the store, he lookin' at me, I had to mug dawg [Verse 9: YN Jay] I got a fiend that do hard, but he love soft Nigga pay for his friendship, do the love cost? Snakes in my circle, spitting venom, startin' to rub off Bullshit-ass cologne on startin' to rub off [Verse 10: YSR Gramz] High as hell off the Wockhardt, doin' the mud walk My lil' brother throwing B's, doin' the Blood walk You can't even get in the club, how much the club cost? Oh, your bitch cheated on you, now the love lost?