No Love (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: J Tuda]
I ain't got no love for no b*tch
I ain't got no heart for no hoe
I ain't got no heart for no hoe

[Verse 1: J Tuda]
I ain't got no love for no b*tch
I ain't got no heart for no hoe
You can get some of this glo
But your ass can't get no dough
Woah, woah, we can put it on the floor
Knock, knock, I'll be at a n*gga door
Chop, chop, hitting through the peephole
You a hoe lil n*gga that's low
4-0 gon' be at a n*gga throat
No dough but he answer my hoes
'Cause you ain't Freddy Kruger with the score
I don't lose lil n*gga, I'm the goat
Well spoke make a n*gga wanna quote
Grind hard make a n*gga wanna croak
Get in his face 'til his ass go broke
'Cause hoe ass n*gga, you a joke
Get some bread 'fore beef with the loaf
Put the burner on your ass now your toast
Six point, n*ggas know I'm the folk
Double up remixed with the coke
Corleone, he'll get a n*gga smoke
Have your grandma praying to the pope
It don't matter what float a n*gga boat
Get wet, turn your ass to a ghost
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
I'm smoking on this Tooka pack, you smoking on that fooka pack
Tell me where they do that at? Where the f*ck do you be at?
I'm sipping on a brain surgeon, got it from the doc shop
f*ck with Chief So, you'll end up in a chop shop
I got bread like I own Sara Lee, that be me
And I come through and my car kicking like Jet Li
Turn your brain to jelly, smoker, it's deadly
You think you're smoking strong pack, boy, you smoking reggie
I was committing crimes now I'm committing millions
I was committed to love, but love will get you killed
Get hit with this Pittsburgh steel
Get hit with a license chill
Get killed by the hands of a boss
Get killed by the hands of the mills
God damn it swag ODed, no seeds in my trees
100 in my AR, doo-doo, it's knocking down trees
I'm posted up in Brightmoor, with Cheeks and J-Mo
Click-clack we'll leave your block, we giving out free halos
You gonna need security, are you hearing me?
Are you fearing me? Up this click-clack and tear his teeth
I can sail my boat 'cause I'm the captain
And we sending free shots at your scalp, lil n*gga
Actually free shots like I'ma waiter, n*gga
Tag his ass up, I'ma spray can and spray a n*gga
And Louis buying all the sh*t, I don't debate it, n*gga
And Gucci making me some brownies, I got cake, lil n*gga
What you smoking on? Blue dream? Nah I'm straight, lil n*gga
Make us put you in a trunk, nah, cradle a n*gga