Yo Gotti - No Love lyrics

[Intro:] It's Gucci Burrr [Hook: Gucci Mane] 30 inches on the truck, n***a, no (?) And I don't give these co*ks**ers no love I'm double cupped up, n***a, straight mud So, your first impression is a n***a sell d** I got ball player money, I be pieced up And if you gettin' money, n***a, we can link up I might pull up to the club in a Brinks truck I'm smoking out the pound bag, n***a, straight bud [Verse 1: Gucci] Loose leaves, f** the shoestrings, let the b**hes hang I'm just a East Atlanta n***a, spend this East Atlanta game Make a girl sprain her ankle when she see my chain blang I wear so many diamond necklaces, her head turn like the exorcist Just came back from Texas, I just re-upped with the Mexicans Ran off on the plug, all while I delete all his messages Gucci Man, the glacier I started out as flexin' sh** Bells of Kush and bells of purp, man two different addresses This white sh** that I'm sellin' will make you go turn on your relatives f** your block, come shop with me, you know I got them better deals Kush so strong, gotta smoke it in the restroom n***as say they got that gas, well Gucci got that jet fuel [Hook] [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I put fours on the coupe, they said they wouldn't fit And I drop 30's on the truck, they say the same sh** Told 'em 30 for a brick, they say I'm insane But it's a drought and they Gucci say the same thing All I rock is 'Sace, 600 for a T-Shirt I got 30 on my hip, extended clip, that how the heat work Cold-a** n***as, they should call a n***a A-C Got these n***as hot cause I dropped Freon in my A-P Froze! And when it come to hoes, yeah, I got 'em And he was playin' games with that chain, so I shot 'em Gotti! Realest n***a in it, don't you doubt 'em 400 for that 'Rari, b**h, I'mma jump up out 'em [Hook]