No Love for Em

[Intro: Los]
(Coach me, Joey)
Yeah, niggas can't fuck with us
What up, Joey?
Pussy-ass nigga (Nigga), uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah, ah, yeah, nigga, yeah (Joey)
Uh, uh (Jose the Plug)
Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em

[Verse 1: Los]
I'm too player for this shit, can't argue with a bitch
Right now I'm occupied steppin' on this brick
Nigga, thirty-five thousand'll get you cashed out
Hittin' that dope with no mask, I damn near passed out
But that ain't shit to me, that's some normal shit
Help me pack this dope up or I ignore the bitch

[Verse 2: WB Nutty]
I been slangin' raw all day, I'm on some borin' shit
I don't put my trust in no slut, fuck that ho bitch
You ever hit a six with a, and they ain't notice it?
I be shoppin' for the food and I ain't talkin' groceries
Nigga, where that ten at? Bitch, where your friend at?
I'll pay the rent if I can roll where your crib at

[Verse 3: Los]
I was servin' out a school zone where the kids at
Five hundred dollars, that'll get a nigga kidnapped
I can break a slab down, get the most from it
Make a song about some raw, put Los on it

[Interlude: Los]
Make a song about some raw, Nutty and Los on it
Fuck 'round, get the most from it
Make a song about some raw, Nutty and Los on it
Break it down and get the most from it

[Verse 4: WB Nutty]
I be making songs about the raw 'cause this shit my life
Auntie wanna know about the hype with them glass pints
Hundred nights in the trailer with a stinkin' junkie
I don't really trust him, but he know how to get some money
Put a big bag on him, let his ass do the rollin'
I can tell how he nod that this new batch potent

[Verse 5: Los]
I put an Oxy 10 on the foil (What you do?), let him smoke it (Yeah)
Five hundred dollars for a zip, it came from Oakland
I'll make thirty-six thou' if I bust this shirt open (Yeah)
Watchin' out for marked bills, watch who I be servin' (Yeah)
Pussy-ass niggas come around, make me nervous
I don't play no roles, I'll dog a bitch on purpose

[Verse 6: WB Nutty]
I'll spend a year in that bitch if it's worth it
I'll still use the cards if I make a purchase
My mistakes, I'm talkin' 'bout the dope, boy, you out on bond
I get two hundred a gram, God, strike me if I'm lyin'
Copycat niggas always tryna bite a nigga style
Don't let this rappin' shit fool you, we'll meet you at your house

[Verse 7: Los]
I was sellin' fake pills, walkin' in random niggas' house
Lil Cuz outside, he get a stack for holdin' me down

[Outro: Los]
Lil Cuz outside, he get a stack for holdin' me down, nigga
Pussy-ass, yeah
Cuz outside, he get a stack for holdin' me down
I'll still shake somethin' (Nigga), ah
Niggas ain't gon' take nothin', yeah, these pills fake (Yeah)
They gon' do whatever to get these bills paid (Yeah)
Pussy-ass niggas, ain't got no love for 'em