No Label

No Label
[Intro]
Aye it's so crazy cause I made this song off another ni*** feelings
Know what I'm saying? What he going through with his bitch
Know what I'm saying? He actually one of my dogs
Know what I'm saying, so, here you go

[Verse 1]
We ain't talk in a minute, so don't hit me up
And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs
When I fell to my knees, you ain't pick me up
When I was down on my back, you said I ain't rich enough
And we ain't talk about no sex cause you ain't get it up
And I don't want you to suck my dick cause you ain't spit enough
You an ungrateful lil' bitch, said I ain't spend enough
You told me you want your ass shots cause you ain't thick enough
I'm in the trenches with the sharks, I ain't have a heart
Some nights I ain't wanna talk, I left you in the dark
You was lurkin' on my page, you became a narc
You was writing bitches back, that shit went too far
And I carried you on my back like I ain't have a car
You was kinda mad I hang with murderers
Bitch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star
Instagram famous, but you not a star

[Chorus]
Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you
While them other niggas tried to play you
Bitch you ungrateful, bitch you ungrateful, bitch you un-
I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label
I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband
I don't want a label
[Verse 2]
You steady throwing your pu***, but I don't want none
I got a wife, so after me you gotta f*** Von
Then Ikey, then Booka, then it's more fun
I kick her out slick as hell, tell her "store run"
I know a couple divas, that's still a secret
The bitches I made eat it, you would not believe it
This shit was never easy, I move strategic
Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome
Back to back, fuckin' back to back, off the perky
Back to back, told her all them lies, I was perfect
Always tryna run the streets deep, I was thirsty
Gotta watch my back, a lot of niggas tryna hurt me
That's why I keep my 50 and my 30
Niggas ain't on shit, they washed up, detergent
Big Backwood, sat back and burned it
I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah

[Chorus]
Bitch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you
While them other niggas tried to play you
Bitch you ungrateful, bitch you ungrateful, bitch you un-
I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label
I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband
I don't want a label