"Luv No Slutz" lyrics
Whoa Whoa
Nigga know what the fuck mobbin
FN pistol in my pocket while I'm jogging
Belittle my bitches I don't tell them I'm sorry
Soon as I beat the case we gone call him John Gotti
And this 76 shit mafioso party
Caught him at his shit boy walking target
Yeah I'm gonna finish that beef and I always start it
Baby life shit fuck yo camp stomp on a opp like a ant
Why women want me to die but I can't
Up the Glock turn the switch on like a lamp
Boy keep on playing I'm the number one vamp
Psych out bout my stamp
Seen that Glock I took it
Nigga got the stick and he finna shoot like D Booker
Ima press this issue if his ass keep looking
Ima finna pop his ass off turn me up
In the sprinter van sticked up
Scared of the mobb see the whoa he get hiccups
Pop at his ass we gone bust at his truck
Fuck that bitch I'm just tryna catch my nut
Bitch don't cap you know this shit just lust
How the fuck could V whoa ever love on a slut
I shoot through the peephole if you creep through the cut
Set his ass up with a bitch it was easy to get his ass bucked
Soon as the whoa get took off that shit wasn't none
Gotta fuck more than one but this shit unjust
He got in my face we don't do sucker punch
Ima cook that bitch ass had to lift his ass up
Been seeing through the fake gang banging you niggas ain't tough
Im on the block with my fye I'm cocky as fuck I feel untouched
I tote the glock by a kid I dont give a fuck but I still won't cuss
Whoa ain't going for none
DK bought him a 50 round drum
Play with the mobb we gone rock out on songs
Doing all the dissing we gone cut off his thumbs
Know some bitches do dicks put crack in her gum
Nigga said he got the drop on me
Pussy ass nigga bullshit or bologna
Whoa said put him on a plate anchovy
Opps sing to the cops like karaoke
Thirty shot hit his ass just like Jokic
Wet his block up I'm talking bout soak it
Joker face on my back lil bitch I'm not joking
Soon as I beat the case we gone call him John Gotti
And this 76 shit mafioso party
Caught him at his shit boy walking target
Yeah I'm gonna finish that beef and I always start it
Baby life shit fuck yo camp stomp on a opp like a ant
Why women want me to die but I can't
Up the Glock turn the switch on like a lamp
Boy keep on playing I'm the number one vamp
Psych out bout my stamp
Seen that Glock I took it
Nigga got the stick and he finna shoot like D Booker
Ima press this issue if his ass keep looking
Ima finna pop his ass off turn me up
In the sprinter van sticked up
Scared of the mobb see the whoa he get hiccups
Pop at his ass we gone bust at his truck
Nigga know what the fuck mobbin
FN pistol in my pocket while I'm jogging
Belittle my bitches I don't tell them I'm sorry
Soon as I beat the case we gone call him John Gotti
And this 76 shit mafioso party
Caught him at his shit boy walking target
Yeah I'm gonna finish that beef and I always start it
Baby life shit fuck yo camp stomp on a opp like a ant
Why women want me to die but I can't
Up the Glock turn the switch on like a lamp
Boy keep on playing I'm the number one vamp
Psych out bout my stamp
Seen that Glock I took it
Nigga got the stick and he finna shoot like D Booker
Ima press this issue if his ass keep looking
Ima finna pop his ass off turn me up
In the sprinter van sticked up
Scared of the mobb see the whoa he get hiccups
Pop at his ass we gone bust at his truck
Fuck that bitch I'm just tryna catch my nut
Bitch don't cap you know this shit just lust
How the fuck could V whoa ever love on a slut
I shoot through the peephole if you creep through the cut
Set his ass up with a bitch it was easy to get his ass bucked
Soon as the whoa get took off that shit wasn't none
Gotta fuck more than one but this shit unjust
He got in my face we don't do sucker punch
Ima cook that bitch ass had to lift his ass up
Been seeing through the fake gang banging you niggas ain't tough
Im on the block with my fye I'm cocky as fuck I feel untouched
I tote the glock by a kid I dont give a fuck but I still won't cuss
Whoa ain't going for none
DK bought him a 50 round drum
Play with the mobb we gone rock out on songs
Doing all the dissing we gone cut off his thumbs
Know some bitches do dicks put crack in her gum
Nigga said he got the drop on me
Pussy ass nigga bullshit or bologna
Whoa said put him on a plate anchovy
Opps sing to the cops like karaoke
Thirty shot hit his ass just like Jokic
Wet his block up I'm talking bout soak it
Joker face on my back lil bitch I'm not joking
Soon as I beat the case we gone call him John Gotti
And this 76 shit mafioso party
Caught him at his shit boy walking target
Yeah I'm gonna finish that beef and I always start it
Baby life shit fuck yo camp stomp on a opp like a ant
Why women want me to die but I can't
Up the Glock turn the switch on like a lamp
Boy keep on playing I'm the number one vamp
Psych out bout my stamp
Seen that Glock I took it
Nigga got the stick and he finna shoot like D Booker
Ima press this issue if his ass keep looking
Ima finna pop his ass off turn me up
In the sprinter van sticked up
Scared of the mobb see the whoa he get hiccups
Pop at his ass we gone bust at his truck
