No Love – Baby Mane

(KJ productions)
Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah

Diggin’ up this line if a nigga try me
I’m runnin’ out of time for my niggas, times freeze
Don’t these niggas know the price if they ever side me?
We on the high road, block it, make the.9 squeeze
In them dingers with ringers until we find one
We fill them clips to the max tryna get them guys gone
And I swear these trenches, they hold me, I see them guys gone
Let no bygones get by, I go with my dargs

Stay down with your niggas grinding
Fuck all them dark days, I wanna see my niggas shining
My mama get a heartache when she hear them sirens
So I ain’t showin’ no love, that’s why your niggas dyin’
So I, I, can’t show no love
Cah love will get you killed and put you right in a cemetery
I’m aimin’ out the passenger’s side of my best friend’s ride
You know I’m tryna hop out and squeeze
No I can’t love these hoes, trust these hoes
I don’t know if it’s the money or me
Tryna get up out this hood
For the opps’ good, I’ma take my niggas with me
Ah, these niggas steady in shootin’ but they ain’t shit, I’m improvin’
Cah I got everything to lose, darg
And I swear these feds always bootin’, I’m scared that mama gon’ lose it
I gotta watch how I move, darg
I don’t really trust no one
Lean got me movin’ slow motion
I’m in the bando where I’m chasin’ funds
Only way out if you’re from where I’m from
If you’re from where I’m from, you gotta bang it up or the strips get long
I’m tryna find a round by the end of this one
I’m kinda sick of these feds, I’m tryna blow up these songs
Can’t stop me, yeah this ringtone be on repeat
I keep that blade on my waist, in case they lurk on me
Don’t know about uni, got me graduated first degree
That murder on my mind, I know they’re tryna melly me
I need feels, we’ve been down so long
About time that we up
And my nigga, he been gone so long
Can’t face the fact that he gone

Diggin’ up this line if a nigga try me
I’m runnin’ out of time for my niggas, times freeze
Don’t these niggas know the price if they ever side me?
We on the high road, block it, make the 9 squeeze
In them dingers with ringers until we find one
We fill them clips to the max tryna get them guys gone
And I swear these trenches, they hold me, I see them guys gone
Let no bygones get by, I go with my dargs, forever

I can’t show no love
Cah love will get you killed and put you right in a cemetery
I’m aimin’ out the passenger’s side of my best friend’s ride
You know I’m tryna hop out and squeeze
Ay bro, man’s doin’ that still