Kay Flock – Ain’t No Love (Instrumental) (Prod. By Natt Carlos & Four3va)

[Intro: Kay Flock & Billy Idol]
Now all I can do
Is love once was
So alive and new
(Fuck you, man)
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah
Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah-grrah, like
Grrah-grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah

[Chorus: Kay Flock]
What you did in the streets? You a bitch
Most of y’all niggas never caught a hit
Bitch, I’ve been lettin’ it rip since a jit
Put my toys down, laced up my kicks
Like, it’s about to get real in this shit (Like)
Why this nigga grillin’ and shit?
Off a Perc’, I ain’t feelin’ that shit
Adrenaline rushin’, move sus, I’ma clip
[Verse 1: Kay Flock]
It get nasty, let it rip
Shit nasty, lost the ‘Rip
Big EBK, ain’t no feelings in it
Ain’t no love when we spinnin’ they shit
When I’m grinchin’, I’m feelin’ like Wick
Watch him, he a snitch
He Alpo, fuck it, I’m Mitch
Even though most of the time I don’t slip
Ayo, BJ, reverse the whip
I’m tryna hang out the V, let off six
Niggas fanned out, all on my dick
Put a bag to your head, that cost less than my fit
And I still play the block, give a fuck if I’m rich
Give a fuck what you done and you did
It been me and my knocks since a jit
(Big EBK, give a fuck who you is)

[Chorus: Kay Flock & Thunder Bklu]
What you did in the streets? You a bitch
Most of y’all niggas never caught a hit
Bitch, I’ve been lettin’ it rip since a jit
Put my toys down, laced up my kicks
Like, it’s about to get real in this shit (Like) (Like, what?)
Why this nigga grillin’ and shit? (Baow)
Off a Perc’, I ain’t feelin’ that shit (Baow-baow)
Adrenaline rushin’, move sus, I’ma clip
[Verse 2: Thunder Bklu]
Oh, he mentioning Nazzy, I’m lettin’ it rip
Hang out the stolie, and do him like Rick
In the streets, who feelin’ my kicks?
He tried to run, so I upped it and click
And I’m wit’ Leelo, totin’ stitch
I still can’t believe BlockWork a snitch
And I stood on the [?], made him switch
Got a beam on the gun, when I see him, it’s lit
I lost JayRipK, I was sick
For you, know I gotta get rich
Some niggas better be lacin’ their kicks
‘Cause if not, they get left in a ditch
Tried to box me, goofy got hit
Try to line me, shit can get lit
I’ma shoot for the win every time that I spin
And it’s sill free Kay ’til he out the bin

[Chorus: Kay Flock]
What you did in the streets? You a bitch
Most of y’all niggas never caught a hit
Bitch, I’ve been lettin’ it rip since a jit
Put my toys down, laced up my kicks
Like, it’s about to get real in this shit (Like)
Why this nigga grillin’ and shit?
Off a Perc’, I ain’t feelin’ that shit
Adrenaline rushin’, move sus, I’ma clip
[Outro: Billy Idol]
Now all I can do
Is love once was
So alive and new