Testo No luv Gucci Mane

No luv

Wop (Wop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, go

They say that I'm a clone, I’m not a human being (Well damn)
'Cause I can't on and maim you without my human feelings (Huh)
Got a murder on my belt, it’s holdin' up my denim (It's Gucci)
I'm keepin' the feds out my biz, you tryna put 'em in 'em (Racks)
You say you wanna square off, well, fuck it, square off (Well damn)
Choppa knock ya hair off, it turned ya bare off (Brr)
I pray my haters get corona, stop the coughin' on me (Yeah)
The last nigga ran up on me, and in a coffin, homie (Damn)
I know the feds listen to me, they my competition
Couldn’t beat me fair and square, so they recruited snitches (You snitch?s)
Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches, yeah
Y’all actin' gangster, but deep down, y’all know y'all really bitches (Pussy)
I make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (Skrrt)
They say I did it, I'm so rich, I still crank up the jury (Yeah)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter's jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (Woo)
Ran through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties (Huh?)
I rep the 6 like Julius Erving, showtime like Sam Perkins (Wow)
These bitches eatin’ these Percocets like they Boston Baked Beans (Wow)
Somebody pinch him 'cause he tryna be me, it's a dream (It's Gucci)

Uh, used to sell dope at the schoolhouse
Look at me now, I'm a rich fuckin' dropout, yeah
Bands in my mouth now, pop out
Pull up on ya block, everybody get shot down, yeah
Cartier shine when the lights out
He don't want the smoke, pussy nigga, better pipe down, uh
Got his main bitch, he wanna fight now
Hit it from the back with my Glock in a nightgown
You know how that go got shit for a bitch, I got shit for a ho
New foreign coupe with the butterfly doors
Made the bitch flat seat, how fast we can go
They hated, I made this shit happen, I slep on a pallet
Post at the trap with the ratchet, I used to fuck with the ratchets
But now I blew up, yeah, all of my bitches the baddest

I ain't savin' no ho, I'm a real-ass pimp
Bands in my pocket, why I got a lil limp
Bitch, I'm poppin' like grease, see my name on a blimp (Yeah)
Pourin' out their heart, boy, these nigga be simp (Yeah)
Pour a four in my Sprite, now I'm leanin' (Huh)
I face one back to back for no reason (Woo)
Bitch it's East Side, I know 'em, I'm bleedin' (Yeah)
Kush all in my lungs when I'm breathin' (Mmm), damn
I love a ho with a fat ass, boy, you a bitch with yo rat ass
You stalkin' my shit, what y'all mad at?
Like Mike Jackson, do it , you badass
Step off in this bitch, it's a light show (Light show)
My diamonds hit without no lights though
I love a thick bitch with no lipo (Ice)
You hate me, yo ho in my likes though
You love on dat ho, I would never (Damn)
If she wanna ho, then I let her
I might stress me a bitch, never press her
All my guns come with a compressor
Thirty-two lighters all on my dresser
Testin' me I'ma get you together
Bitch, I'm thuggin', no matter the weather
So icy, we flockin' together

Plan it, I make me a pot, I get special delivery
Then that bitch hot, you a bundle of misery
Get off my top and ya shawty on go because this year a bop
I got boo stamps 'cause he always complainin'
He don't eat enough of that pussy, you playin'
You better be careful 'cause this shit is dangerous, lay yo ass out like a muhfuckin' stranger
I say "Burr," bitch, ice cold, diamond grills all gold
Quick bag also, pussy niggas all fo'
My attitude needed a tic-tac
I pulled his wig back, Swiper no swipin' the fox trap
Damn, I need all that, send me a step, and they solve that
Watch how my bitches resolve that
Fly as hell, bitch, what you call that?
Tell shawty fall back, I can't dissolve that
My energy right, I got stamina
Catch us, young nigga, with money, they needed the camera
These niggas really ain't man enough, abracadabra, I see what's up
Caught that bitch cheatin', you peepin' her
Better think twice about keepin' her
Bitches got options, that nigga been fuckin' her (Brr)

Yeah, fly like a bird, fuck what you heard, bitch, I been makin' serves (Serves)
Uh, big body swerve, I fucked up my Forgiato on the curve (Bah)
Yeah, codeine got me slurred, I'm drinkin' too much, spilled this shit on my shirt (Uh)
Yeah, I ball with no jersey, young nigga flexin', young nigga, no splurgin' (Uh)
Lord, please have mercy, I got two bitches with me emergin' (Yeah)
Bitch, better go join the circus, who you think I is? I ain't buyin' no Birkin
My mama is the only lady I get a purse for
These Instagram bitches, ain't nothin' but worth some
So I'm ridin' in a yellow Maybach, sippin' purple
And I got two straps on me, Glock, Urkel (Bah, bah)
Yeah, what the fuck you mean, huh? (Fuck you mean?)
Bitch, this a P-R-E, 1-0-1-7, dream team, yeah (Bitch)
Bitch, I ball like Kareem, uh (Swish) and I'm 'bout my cream, yeah ('Bout my cream, uh)
They say money talk, but my diamonds do too
And they sayin', "Bling," nigga (So icy), yeah