No Love for the Wikked

She didn’t wanna, she didn’t wanna leave the crib so I kicked that bitch out on
the street yeah
No Love For The WiKKed, just money and guns in the back of my Jeep
Im at the club, cross-eyed with a bitch, ass nice
Even better cus I get to see that thikk ass twice
She drunk as hell but she sippin' on that Smirnoff Ice
She basically naked for all them Instagram likes (uhhhhhh)
She didn’t want likes cause we fukk her? (like, like)
Want likes cause we fukk her (like, like)
She didn’t want likes cause we fukk her (like, like)
Want likes cause we fukk her (like, like)
Likes, ayy, she didn’t wanna (ooh)
Yaaa
She didn’t wanna leave the crib so I kicked that bitch out on the street yeah
No Love For The WiKKed, just money and guns in the back of my Jeep
Ayy, order bottles, do the dash on the bills
Metal flask, light the gas in your grill
I gotta ask just to ask hoe be real, how them shots in your ass really feel?
You fukk around, you gettin' shot on the real
Out here with Charlie and the squad in the build
I finna level up boy, I need a kill
9 to 7 I be leanin' with a drill
?Want likes cause we fukk her? (like, like)
Want likes cause we fukk her (like, like)
She didn’t want likes cause we fukk her (like, like)
Want likes cause we fukk her (like, like)
She didn’t wanna, she didn’t wanna leave the crib so I kicked that bitch out on
the street yeah
No Love For The WiKKed, just money and guns in the back of my Jeep
Yuhh, trick still happy from tomorrow
Just wokke up in a stolen old Chevy Tahoe
Holding bottles that I bottom, must have thought I needed more
See I’m stoppin' just to shop but now I rob the liquor store
Ayy, and R I P Lil Peep
But I still got the xan by the key
Ayy, with the burner in the sleeve
Ain’t no cops, body bags for the Gs
?She didn’t want likes cause we fukk her? (like, like)
Want likes cause we fukk her (like, like)
She didn’t want likes cause we fukk her (like, like)
Want likes cause we fukk her (like, like)
Likes, ayy, she didn’t wanna (ooh)
She didn’t wanna, she didn’t wanna leave the crib so I kicked that bitch out on
the street yeah
No Love For The WiKKed, just money and guns in the back of my Jeep
This bitch ain’t left my crib, I told that hoe to dip
Bitch ain’t left my crib, I told that hoe to dip
Paper platoon
She didn’t — she didn’t wanna leave the crib so I kicked that bitch out (I
kicked that bitch)
She didn’t wanna leave the crib so I kicked that bitch out
She didn’t wanna leave the crib so I kicked that bitch out (I kicked that bitch,
bitch out)
She didn’t wanna leave the crib so I kicked that bitch out on the street