No Love - Young Thug

You ain't my thug, you ain't my round, you ain't my Blood (No love)

You ain't my thug, you ain't my round, you ain't my Blood (No love)

You ain't my thug, you ain't my round, you ain't my Blood (No love)

You ain't my Blood (No love), you ain't my Blood (No love)

You ain't my round, you ain't my thug, you ain't my Blood (No love)

You ain't my round, you ain't my thug, you ain't my Blood (No love)

You ain't my round, you ain't my thug, you ain't my Blood (No love)

You ain't my thug (No love), you ain't my thug (No love)

I know you say you want to be a thug, you ain't never been a thug

Say you want to be a Blood, we ain't 'bout to make you Blood

Say you try to be a Crip, they won't make you Cuh

You don't know nobody around here, you finna get bust

One shot, headshot, knock him out his sneakers

Molly got my whole hood up, they geekers

Two-hundred in my cup, got me slick in the Beamer

I don't do no new friends, just sneakers

F**k your main b**ch, ain't want her, don't need her

If I ain't f**ked your b**ch, I ain't met her, I ain't meet her

Two grams in every blunt, I'ma need more **

Tell the DJ hit it hard, blow the speakers

All my niggas sliming, watch them breeze you

Riding 'round the city with the AK heater

Drop a ni**a, know clean slime 'bout d-up

Get four mil' and put it all in my re-up

Hustle hard, rubberband them hundreds, ni**a, g-up

Ten toes down, I never put my feet up

Take my shirt off when I'm running through these streets

Lil' bitty-a** ni**a, I'm a motherf**king beast

Ask about me, I'm a motherf**king g

I don't know you, ni**a, I don't even want to meet

F**k you, ni**a, game over, we eat

Finna cross you out, I don't even want to speak

Thugger, shot up, follow, Hummer

Free world, free cut, Bloody, summer

Who that? Be who? G dog

Pop a ball, pop a ball, pop a ball

Bloody, he know he gon' pop 'em all

Bloody gon' get 'em, I tried to tell 'em I'm a felon, I pop all the melons

DK go kill 'em, and we gon' beat 'em and hide 'em where people can't smell 'em

We through here, take all your cookies, go to the block and straight sell 'em

Now I done ran up the profit, I'm 'bout to go drop it on bezels

The chopper here, Thugger back right down and step 'em

He scared to draw blood, so you know that I level

It comes to that bleeding, young Thugger professional

STD, I run my warrant, AKA avenue

Be my round, you ain't no gangster, you ain't no thug

Ni**a, you a five-fifty, your a** ain't no Blood

You don't get no love, you get more slugs

We gon' sock it to a ni**a, watch him get plugged

What it is, lil' slug?

And free Maybach

I remember way back, they got in for a free Maybach

That's like three-hundred racks

Whenever I bring the Bloods out, that's like three-hundred blats

Or three-hundred flags

You would you was watching Olympic trials

How them other niggas running?

But we ain't shooting in no air, we ain't trying to start no niggas up running