No Love lyrics

[Intro]
*Lighter sparks*
Ee-hee
Yo that sh*t-
Playtime's over
I hate windxws

[Chorus: Young Zion 6600]
New whip, it's 4 a.m
Speed race, she going (Skrrt)
You nig-gas boring
I ain't worried though, you not important (Yuh)
[?] on the b*tch, now I'm scoring
Got a light skin li'l b*tch and she gorgeous
Let me hit from the back 'til the morning
Rolled an og, then I get to snoring
(Ooh, ayy, yuh) super smooth, really new
When you jump up in the booth n*gga, better tell the truth
You ain't running from no plug and you ain't never had to shoot
Hit the airport with my vatos and [?] ayy (Ayy, li'l b*tch)

[Verse 1: Young Zion 6600]
Uh huh, .44 sit up on my hip
Pull it out and bring that sh*t up at your lip (Brrrra)
Cooking with Tae Retro so you know that this a hit
Guarantee you a miss
n*ggas talk with the fronting, you can't f*ck with this
Oh my god, I'm the sh*t (Oh god)
[?]
n*gga philosopher, cooling like Socrates
And I don't care 'bout this li'l hoe though 'cause all of my n*ggas can shoot like a soccer team
Back up with the chopper like [?] (Grrrrda)
n*ggas is wack, they're dissing me
I hit your b*tch from the back (f*ck)
She ball anyway yeah I pulled out her tracks (f*ck)
Don't speak to me crazy 'cause you will get smacked
With the back of a Mac (Pew)
[Interlude 1: Young Zion 6600]
God damn
I-I don't think any of you n*ggas, ever seen a n*gga get smacked
With a f*cking fifteen-inch MacBook Pro n*gga
Shut yo' b*tch ass up

[Chorus: Young Zion 6600]
New whip, it's 4 a.m
Speed race, she going (Skrrt)
You nig-gas boring
I ain't worried though, you not important (Yuh)
[?] on the b*tch, now I'm scoring
Got a light skin li'l b*tch and she gorgeous
Let me hit from the back 'til the morning
Rolled an og, then I get to snoring
(Ooh, ayy, yuh) super smooth, really new
When you jump up in the booth n*gga, better tell the truth
You ain't running from no plug and you ain't never had to shoot
Hit the airport with my vatos and [?] ayy (Ayy, li'l b*tch)

[Interlude 2: Tae Retro]
Hold on Tae Retro

[Verse 2: Tae Retro]
(Retro!)
I'm whipping in a Maybach
Sike, I ain't even got a Maybach
Tae Retro, I'm flexing pocket change, it go way back
I demand flows, but I'm really rather laid back
I'm the type of n*gga, analyze 'cause I move safe
You say I'm the best, I can't argue n*gga, touché
Got your shooter lacking with the way that n*gga delay
[Bridge: Tae Retro]
She catching, feelings
I got her, kneeling
Her love, I'm stealing
I'm back, I'm healing
You n*ggas, trash
My flow, conceal it

[Chorus: Young Zion 6600]
New whip, it's 4 a.m
Speed race, she going (Skrrt)
You nig-gas boring
I ain't worried though, you not important (Yuh)
[?] on the b*tch, now I'm scoring
Got a light skin li'l b*tch and she gorgeous
Let me hit from the back 'til the morning
Rolled an og, then I get to snoring
(Ooh, ayy, yuh) super smooth, really new
When you jump up in the booth n*gga, better tell the truth
You ain't running from no plug and you ain't never had to shoot
Hit the airport with my vatos and [?] ayy (Ayy, li'l b*tch)