No Love

(album: SDMG2 - 2016)

I'm drinking so much
I'm smoking so much
I'm never sober
I cannot show love
I cannot show love

I'm rairly sober
At night I be rollin
I might hit it over
I might hit the quarter
They say we blew up
Act like you knew us
My boys will blow up
I mean we blew up
Police patrolling, I'm out here rolling
It's no controling
I thought you know it
I'm such a stoner
Lean got me poured up
5 in the Ruger
You know I hang with the shooters
Hang with the shooters
That ame at Madoola
Where my young nigga at? Boy, shout out to Boosie
Show up, no more slow up
Came a long way from the old cup
Solo rolling through Moco
With my bitch, she walkin on toes now
A duce in the purple, a duce in the red
Got 4 blunts, take 1 to the head
Niggas get money, addicted to bread
I'd rather go and fuck bitches instead
Same nigga, with a pack of that dread
Pack of niggas in the [?]
Now I'm that nigga with bread
Got love for [?]
[?] and I slide them around
Cop it down, bet the feelings come out
Hit a pussy nigga with a hot 16
A Glock 16
You know what this mean
I don't understand how I got this mean
If you don't believe, come watch this thing
Niggas don't play, we ball, NBA
Money still call us, double A
Take your bitch, she keep looking at us
Book a flight, catch you lookin this way
You lookin at her, she lookin away
You might be that nigga, but just not today
Just copped me a J, in the hall of fame
A nigga like me, came out the mud with a gage
I don't give a fuck, like tomorrow or today
I fuck her tomorrow, you call her today

I'm drinking so much
I'm smoking so much
I'm never sober
I cannot show love
I cannot show love

I'm back and I bust
Smoking the shit, showin no love
Just got in, when I get bored, I just pour up the lean
Pop me a Xan, then I go on the way
You fuck with my niggas, I fuck with your day
We gon get money like fuck what they say
Fuck all these bitches, they all in the way
Hoes on my dick, I might need me some space
Fuck up the Roles, fuck up the A
Fuck up Patrone, fuck on my face
Been gettin money since back in the day
Since I was a youngin just packin the tray
Niggas want work, Imma shoot out the K
Boot up and boot out, and get out the way
Call up Young Wild, like where is my child?
Bitch smile I fuck up her day
The bitches in line, I keep them in place
They have to boot up from smoking on Ace
Fuck all the talkin, the money I chace
When I'm in the club, I'm poppin the Ace
Shout out to Killa, you know that's my ace
I need me some pack, I'm [?]
Boys in the hood, we don't fuck with them trays
We count them fiftys and hundreds for days

I'm drinking so much
I'm smoking so much
I'm never sober
I cannot show love
I cannot show love