Ain’t No Love lyrics

[Intro: Kay Flock & Billy Idol]
(Sorry to hear that, not at the table Carlos)
(f*ck you, man)
Now all I can do
Is love once was
So alive and new
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
Grrah-grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

[Chorus: Kay Flock]
What you did in the streets? You a b*tch
Most of y'all n*ggas never caught a hit
b*tch, I've been lettin' it rip since a jit
Put my toys down, laced up my kicks
Like, it's 'bout to get real in this sh*t (Like)
Why this n*gga grillin' and sh*t?
Off a Perc', I ain't feelin' this sh*t
Adrenaline rushin', move sus', I'ma click

[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
It get nasty, let it rip
sh*t nasty, lost the 'Rip
Big EBK, ain't no feelings in it
Ain't no love when we spinnin' they sh*t
When I'm grinchin', I'm feelin' like Wick
Watch him, he a snitch
He Alpo, f*ck it, I'm Mitch, even though most of the time I don't slip
Ayo, BJ, reverse the whip
I'm tryna hang out the V, let off six
n*ggas fanned out, all on my di*k
Put a bag on your head, that cost less than my fit
And I still play the block, give a f*ck if I'm rich
Give a f*ck what you done and you did
It been me and my knocks since a jit
(Big EBK, give a f*ck who you is)
[Chorus: Kay Flock & Thunder Bklu]
What you did in the streets? You a b*tch
Most of y'all n*ggas never caught a hit
b*tch, I've been lettin' it rip since a jit
Put my toys down, laced up my kicks
Like, it's about to get real in this sh*t (Like) (Like, what?)
Why this n*gga grinnin' and sh*t? (Baow)
Off a Perc', I ain't feelin' this sh*t (Baow-baow)
Adrenaline rushin', move sus, I'ma clip

[Verse 2: Thunder Bklu]
Oh, he mentioning Nazzy, I'm lettin' it rip
Hang out the stolie, and do him like Rick
In the streets, who feelin' my kicks?
He tried to run, so I upped it and click
And I'm with Lilo, totin' Stitch
I still can't believe Paco a snitch
And I still don't know what made him switch
Got a beam on the gun, when I see him, it's lit
I lost JayRip, I was sick
For you, know I gotta get rich
Some n*ggas better be lacin' their kicks
'Cause if not, they get left in a ditch
Tried to box me, goofy got hit
Try to line me, sh*t can get lit
I'ma shoot for the win every time that I spin
And it's sill free Kay 'til he free out the bin
[Chorus: Kay Flock]
What you did in the streets? You a b*tch
Most of y'all n*ggas never caught a hit
b*tch, I've been lettin' it rip since a jit
Put my toys down, laced up my kicks
Like, it's about to get real in this sh*t (Like)
Why this n*gga grillin' and sh*t?
Off a Perc', I ain't feelin' this sh*t
Adrenaline rushin', move sus', I'ma click

[Outro: Billy Idol]
Now all I can do
Is love once was
So alive and new