เนื้อเพลง No Love - Gucci Mane
เนื้อเพลง No Love
[Hook:]
Thirty inches on the truck, n*gga, no rule
And I don't get this car, s*cka, no look
Gon' drive it crunked up, n*gga, straight mud
So your first impression is a n*gga sell drugs
I got ball, playa money, y'all get keished up
And if you get money, n*gga, we can link up
I might pull to the club in the grey shorts
I'm smokin' out the pound bag, n*gga, straight bud
[Verse 1:]
These f*ckin' shootaz strange, let 'em b*tches hang
Jest this easter lana n*gga, spend this easter lana kane
The girls sprain, I'm actin' when she see my chain bling
F*cked 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 sh*t, I started all this flexin' sh*t
Bells of cushion, bells of perm to different adresseses
White sh*t 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
N*ggas say they got that gas, well, Gucci got that Jet fuel
[Hook:]
Thirty inches on the truck, n*gga, no rule
And I don't get this car, s*cka, no look
Gon' drive it crunked up, n*gga, straight mud
So your first impression is a n*gga sell drugs
I got ball, playa money, y'all get keished up
And if you get money, n*gga, we can link up
I might pull to the club in the grey shorts
I'm smokin' out the pound bag, n*gga, straight bud
[Verse 2:]
I put fours on the Coupe, they say it wouldn't fit
And I drop thirties on the trunk, they say the same sh*t
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 n*gga, they should call a n*gga AC
Got these n*ggas [?] 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 n*gga in it, don't you doubt it
4 hunit for that Rarri, b*tch I'm a jump up out I'm
Go, hiump!
[Hook:]
Thirty inches on the truck, n*gga, no rule
And I don't get this car, s*cka, no look
Gon' drive it crunked up, n*gga, straight mud
So your first impression is a n*gga sell drugs
I got ball, playa money, y'all get keished up
And if you get money, n*gga, we can link up
I might pull to the club in the grey shorts
I'm smokin' out the pound bag, n*gga, straight bud