No Love Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro]
Now Imma give yall n*ggas a gem
And this sh*t, you better take your heart out your chest
(Major on here, f*ck n*gga)
Put that motherf*cka' in your back pocket
This sh*t bidness' n*gga (big business)
(You're minor, we're major)
It's kill or be killed n*gga
You could be eatin' n*gga
Yeah
n*gga we just in time for the summer, n*gga
(I really like to use cash)
(DJ Yung Rel, wake these f*ck n*ggas up)

[Chorus]
If you see me in the club I don't wanna dap you up
I got it on me in the mall, you should know I keep it tucked
I'm getting head from your b*tch right now cause' we don't give no f*cks
Keep that stick, it hold me down, I up this b*tch and say it's up
He mad as f*ck these b*tches going, we gon' go inside that trunk
Roll that n*gga like a Backwood, let it dry then light him up
I'm the heartbeat to the streets, but I still won't show no love
(DJ Yung Rel)

[Verse]
She said boy you so affectionate
Counting blue and green, but I never check my messages
Counting hunnids', getting brain, she show me intelligence
Hit her for a hour, kick her out, she swear I'm arrogant
Come home girl, next get blown like a terrorist
Call my young n*gga, he got babies, live to surrogate
Stripes on me american, with foreigns on me too
If you see me out in public, you know me, I don't know you
Everywhere I keep that fire, so if you see me it get cool
[Chorus]
If you see me in the club I don't wanna dap you up
I got it on me in the mall, you should know I keep it tucked
I'm getting head from your b*tch right now cause' we don't give no f*cks
Keep that stick, it hold me down, I up this b*tch and say it's up
He mad as f*ck these b*tches going, we gon' go inside that trunk
Roll that n*gga like a Backwood, let it dry then light him up
I'm the heartbeat to the streets, but I still won't show no love

[Outro]
Yeah this sh*t hitting though
We gon' keep dropping sh*t like this
You know, back to back, classics n*gga
n*gga we do this sh*t everyday
Real street music, quality trap music n*gga
DJ Yung Rel, we major
Tony Shhnow the eskimo
We brrr yo' b*tch, n*gga
Hoe up or blow up
Mildew or barbeque, b*tch
Yeah we do this sh*t
It's simple man, yeah
(We major)