“Ain’t No Love”

[Intro]
(Nemy really on that demon time now...)
(Ayo Trizzy, spin that shit—YB Nemy wildin’ with it)

[Verse 1: YB Nemy]
They say it’s love, I say it’s war, fuck what they hollerin'
I caught my first opp lackin'—left his blood on the collagen
Switched from Walmart hoodies to ski masks and hollow tips
Ain’t no peace when we beefin’, I treat them like politics
Bitch say she loyal, but she slid and sucked the other side
Ain’t no remorse, I finger-fucked the Glock and let it ride
Told my bro, "Don’t do no cryin’, slide with pride or die inside"
We was kickin’ doors and maskin’ up before I had a line
I was broke and bitter, used to dream 'bout bustin’ Benzes
Now I’m totin’ 30 clips, sendin’ threats in every sentence
Ain’t no cap in my rap, every line got venom in it
Put a switch on the .40, make it spit like it got vengeance in it
Twelve tried to jam me, but I dashed through them alley bricks
Got a call from my shooter, he said, “Nemy, that’s another hit”
Fuck the DA, fuck the judge, fuck the feds and all they clips
'Cause I’m still out here thuggin’, fully armed and talkin’ shit

[Chorus: YB Nemy]
Ain’t no love (Nah, bitch, it’s smoke)
Ain’t no love (We spin, they choke)
Ain’t no love (His name, we tote)
Ain’t no love (That Glock gon’ blow)
Ain’t no love (Fuck what you know)
Ain’t no love (Ain’t no hero)
Ain’t no love (We crash, lay low)
Ain’t no love (It’s war, fo’ sho’)
Ain’t no love

[Verse 2: YB Nemy]
I was 15 clappin’ shit, while y’all was wearin’ school tags
First body had me paranoid, then I got used to toe tags
Blew his brains on TikTok live, now his girl doin' toe twerks
Told the gang, “Don’t speak on drills unless your .40 do homework”
I don’t rap for clout, bitch, I’m ventin' through my kill list
Took his chain, his soul, and posted up with his lil' sis
Ain’t no peace signs, only red beams and headshots
Used to hoop, now I aim from deep—call me Deadshot
I don’t trust no soul, not even family, not even God
Mama prayed, but I still stomped a opp out in the synagogue
Fuck a label deal, I made my name with a bloody Glock
Caught his ass at Parker Park and left his fitted in a bloody spot
Ain’t no nightmares, just bodies in my daydreams
Told the pastor, “I got demons,” he said, “Boy, go make cream”
Now I’m ridin’ tinted up, stick pokin’ out my jeans
In a Hellcat with a hell plan, schemin’ with my team

[Chorus: YB Nemy]
Ain’t no love (Nah, bitch, it’s smoke)
Ain’t no love (We spin, they choke)
Ain’t no love (His name, we tote)
Ain’t no love (That Glock gon’ blow)
Ain’t no love (Fuck what you know)
Ain’t no love (Ain’t no hero)
Ain’t no love (We crash, lay low)
Ain’t no love (It’s war, fo’ sho’)
Ain’t no love

[Outro]
(This the day I stopped carin'...)
(March 18th, 2024—YB Nemy born again... a demon now.)
(Gang shit... no love, bitch.)