Yung Warden Buffet - Ain't No Love lyrics

[Verse 1: G Lo Key] Lay a n***a down What's my trigger finger? Squeeze He could've stayed alive if he lit up off the keys (hoe) Reachin' for his pockets Hope I come up on some cheese All I got was some lint and a purple sack of weed Now I'm thinking to myself "How he get it?" (where he get this sh**?) I need to find a dope n***a dealin' Hit 'em for his stash Hope I come up on a k**in' Man, go stick 'em up and come up off this sh** Only thoughts of getting rich Got his number out this phone now I'm thinking that it's on Grab my pistol, nina tone Text this n***a for a bounce Said he had it Come on down Told 'em "meet me down on [?]" He pulled up to the spot I told 'em "Gimme what you got, hoe" [Hook: G Lo Key] Got a nine for the slugs Man, it ain't no love Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug) Heard a drop on the plug Man gon feel the slugs Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug) Laid 'em out on the rug Pistol on his tongue Ain't it fun, for you? (for you, f**ing thug) Got a nine for the slugs Man, it ain't no love Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug) [Verse 2: GHOSTEMANE] Never had no love Just a way to stay alive Broke and wanna die And now you looking up in my f**ing eyes Like it's no surprise I'm the GHOSTE up in black No mac But a switchblade and a .22 Schemas on my left right Now let me see you make a move You f**ing wrong Makin' threats like you Kim Jong I'm telling you test your luck I'll be here when you long gone A young kid Not a thing but a wish for d**h And catch me in the f**ing gutter till my last breath Numbering all of my days Hell, a motherf**er try to escape Hit 'em with a red bat that I keep in the back of the Grand Marquis Grab the tape So I can silence all of the screams and crush your skull in one take Now sticking you in some concrete boots Watch you drown in the lake, b**h [Hook: G Lo Key] Got a nine for the slugs Man, it ain't no love Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug) Heard a drop on the plug Man gon feel the slugs Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug) Laid 'em out on the rug Pistol on his tongue Ain't it fun, for you? (for you, f**ing thug) Got a nine for the slugs Man, it ain't no love Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug) [Verse 3: Yung Warden Buffet] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah G Lo got the drop on the plug Got the 9 mili slugs and the clips stuffed, snug Mane with the Louisville Ready to slug Lo Key pop three Ghoste crush your skull Buffet roll up in the unmarked truck [?] What the f** is up? f** it though Guess I better roll 'em in a rug Leave it to the Warden I'ma cut 'em up Ghost white [?] and it sounds like fun and I got a idea [?] Slide in the pa**enger side of the truck [?] [?] while we roll on the highway [?] we don't take sh** lightly Hit the corner store, jump back on the high way [?] we got Gin to hydrate Just a couple shots Man, can't get sloppy Rich in the back of the truck for the body This how it go when you creep with the posse Slide in the mad house lookin' like zombies Separate what's left from his head to the body GHOSTEMANE filling up his boots with the concrete Drop 'em in the [?] [?] to his mommy [Hook: G Lo Key] Got a nine for the slugs Man, it ain't no love Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug) Heard a drop on the plug Man gon feel the slugs Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug) Laid 'em out on the rug Pistol on his tongue Ain't it fun, for you? (for you, f**ing thug) Got a nine for the slugs Man, it ain't no love Here I come for you (for you, f**ing thug)