I got N-O-L-O-V-E for MTV
You cant see me in the locs in a black beemy
Got no love for cops not even a teeny weeny
…bit, shit
My black truck got the phat kit
Full Clip
So what you though you stupid little bitch?
That Full Clip gave up on all this rydin shit?
What love I had left I done shot it
and what hater put out muthafcka well, you got it
Sawed Off
Check this out dog I dont give a fck
Thats why Im bombin on you bitches I dont got no love
This whole world is insane and psycho listen to the thug-ism
Only bodies fallin is the ones with the love in them
Lil Shank
Representin the Rydas because were mashin and thuggin
Aint got no love for yall buggin thinking were wildin for nothing
If in your face its for something my windows down my truck bumpin
My fifty speakers are thumpin and Im about to start dumpin
Cell Block
I got no love for the government fck that shit
They upset cause Im clockin more skrilla then the muthafckin president
Then have it all sent to accounts in Swiss banks
Then all the rest chillin in my baby mama name
Bullit
I got no love for innocent people caught in the way
Between a Ryda and his pay, aint no way, not today
Its been a long time and I been waitin on this chance
So when my bullets advance, Im putting shit in your pants
Im comin straight from the murder glove I got no love
My styles underground but still so much above
You can try and shove me I still wont budge
And a thousand years from now I still be holdin a grudge
Full Clip
All these punk bitch ass muthafckas runnin around
Claimin to ride get chopped the fck down
You can even know me run up and give a dap
The second you turn around your catchin one in the back
Sawed Off
Man please, theres so many out here frontin
Beatty eyed muthafckas always lookin for something
That why I never did and never would have any love
For the simple fact I hate to love, bitch what
Lil Shank
Aint got no love for yall bitches yall pssy as your only asset
Lets put that ass in a skirt and see where pimpin can get
Dont be a customer getting buck for all your cheddar
Once a John twice a trick should of known better, it aint no love
Cell Block
For punks who pack unloaded pistols
Then keep it plane and simple you soft as Shirley Temple
I take the gat from you and bust your whole shit out
And leave you where you lay with blood spillin out you mouth
Bullit
They call my doctor loveless aint got no love for no other
then for your head with hot lead about to make love to one another
Im lovin no one if you aint a Ryda bullets inside ya
And David Copper-fck couldnt hide you… from the slugs
Caps spit off fly hoes suck dick
I got no love if you aint tryna fck, bitch
Trick another muthafcka
I got no love for radio DJs mas a dick sucker
Full Clip
I got a full clip of these heat seekin bullets with your name
Your about to have a cryin mama with a body to claim
I already got front page news paper fame
Plus this drink got me on this anti love thing
Sawed Off
Only love I got is this gat in your back
When Im jackin your tractor make it 10 times more fat
What makes you think anybody was feelin you?
Shit every time I see your ass I think about killin you
Lil Shank
I got no love for you side your side dont got no love back
Aint got no love for the haters mad cause Im holdin a gat
Aint got no time for that chatter man you can kill all that mess
Im aiming straight for your face so fck your Teflon vest
Cell Block
There aint no love for the dust nose addicted to my crack
There layin on their death bed Im still getting my money back
No love for the family and fck all there friends
Best believe Im getting my cheddar back in the end
Bullit
Black trucks, we let you no we coming with bumps
And dont increase your chances no way when the shotgun pumps
I blow the life out your body, and bust at your ghost
My hollow points will have you dead and cooked like fck ass pot roast
Cause you a fck ass punk ass fck ass
In the fckin way of my cash In the way of my MONEY
So its, you I blast Aint no love for no fck ass
You a fck ass in the fckin way of my cash no love muthafcka
So its, you I blast Ill bullet hole ya, Ill funeral ya
You a fck ass cover your nuts bitch
In the fckin way of my cash stay away from my cheddar
So its, you I blast you better get down and lay down muthafcka
You a fck ass bring it
In the fckin way of my cash you done fcked up now
So its, you I blast whatevers whatever, Rydas dont lov