No More - YNW Melly

Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy

The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin' out money

Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'

But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid

While you locked up somebody else shovin' that dick in her stomach

I can’t be beefin' bout these bitches, bruh, this shit gettin' old

Knowin' that pussy stainless steel, but yet you treat it like gold

They been showin' me that these niggas ain’t real (Ain't real, fuck nigga)

Get caught up with that time, they gon' squeal (Gon' squeal)

These bitches ain’t shit, these niggas ain’t real (Ain't real)

Keep playin', your ass fuck 'round and get killed

What’s goin' on, bro, I heard you been trippin' (Was trippin')

I thought you kept it real from beginnin'

Until I heard that track you made and I came to some suspicions

I can’t believe to my surprise, one of my woadies sneak dissin'

Yeah, you turned cold, I can’t fuck with you

It’s like that Molly done turned you into a fuck nigga

Hold up, wait, bro, pose for the picture

You officially have been framed as a fuck nigga

And that’s truth, this… ain’t fuckin' with you at all

And Lil Baby snapped, but this fuck nigga ain’t my dawg

That ain’t my dawg no more

That ain’t my dawg (No)

That ain’t my dawg no more (Nah)

I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)

What’s goin' on, bro?

I thought you was fam (Was fam)

And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)

Got me like, «What the fuck wrong with—»

I can’t be fuckin' with none of these niggas

'Cause all of these niggas be actin' like bitches

You know that I’m straight out of Indian River

I don’t give no fuck about none of these niggas

We just tryna run up this mothafuckin' skrilla

All of my niggas, they really some killers

See you a pussy, I used to fuck with you

But then you turned cold on me, nigga what’s up?

I cannot go, oh, oh like that (I can’t go like that)

Can’t believe you switched up like a ho like that

Like bruh, I know you ain’t got many hoes like that

I would have let you have the bitch

I would have let you smash the bitch

I don’t give a fuck, nigga (What?)

'Cause you’re still a fuck nigga (What?)

And that time you let me hold your pistol

You should have bucked, nigga

Wait, I should’ve bucked you, nigga

But now I’m feelin' like fuck you, nigga (Fuck you)

And if this chopper ever catch you, it’s hungry

It eat your bitch ass up for supper, nigga (Yum, yum, yum, yum)

Sometimes I wake up and I be in my feelings all night

Sometimes tell that I was reminiscin'

All of these bitches, they wasn’t even missin' me

Now they all on me and they tryna kiss me

I thought that we were 51−50, but you could never be with us

These niggas claim they fuck with us, but really be the enemy

I ain’t tryna get in my feelings, but damn (But damn)

What’s goin' on, bro?

I thought you was fam (Was fam)

And you mad at me about a bitch Instagram (Like damn)

Got me like, «What the fuck wrong with him?»

Tryna beef over some pussy, that’s funny (That's funny)

Can’t believe this ho made you her crash dummy

The way you act, that ho pussy better be squirtin' out money

Platinum diamond, VVS' payin' taxes or somethin'

But it’s okay, I understand, you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid

And you just couldn’t keep it a hunnid