No Love (Explicit)-Young Thug/Bloody Jay

No Love - Young Thug [Hook] 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) [Verse 1: Bloody Jay] 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 reefer 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Thug] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Bloody Jay] 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 [Hook]