No L‘s

[Intro]
Free Keen, free Phil, yeah
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah

[Verse 1]
I just hit a bad bitch with a BBL (Bad one)
No names, I can never do a kiss and tell (Never)
Fuck hate, wish him well, anyway, I will prevail (I will)
Bros 'round me charged like Duracell (Charged up)
Life's changed, hit booth, I ain't doin' stains (No way)
Gettin' money for my voice and I cannot complain (Huh)
Bro's got the strains, hit it once, it bust the veins (Bust)
Old friends changed up, now it's feelin' strange (Damn)
Yeah it's feelin' mad (Yeah)
I put faith in my pen and pad (Uh)
I go hard like I ain't made a bag (Go hard)
Twenty K for my Rollie with the paper tags
Old hoes jumpin' in my DM, they some fuckin' hags (Hags)
Might stack all winter (Yeah), spend it all summer (Yeah)
Give racks to my other, need a milly for my mother (Need a milly)
Cruise in the X3, not a Hummer (Nyoom)
He was up, now he's broke, what a bummer (Huh)

[Chorus]
No Ls, we ain't takin' defeat (No Ls)
Why these rappers always lie 'bout what they do in the street? (Liars)
French bitch and she's lookin' petite (Bonjour)
See them on the 'gram spreadin' what I make in a week (Yeah)
No Ls, we ain't takin' defeat (No Ls)
Why these rappers always lie 'bout what they do in the street? (Liars)
French bitch and she's lookin' petite (Bonjour)
See them on the 'gram spreadin' what I make in a week (Yeah)

[Verse 2]
Why they stuntin' what I make in a week? (They're fuckin' liars)
Just pulled a cutie with a boujee physique (Yeah)
I'm on the backroads, I be movin' discreet (Gang)
Find me up in Louis or a Gucci boutique (Ayy)
Fame, it depends, I'm just tryna make these ends meet (Ends meet)
I be in my SUV, they still be ridin' ten-speeds (Nyoom, nyoom)
They was hatin' on me now these fuckers actin' friendly (Fuckin' clowns)
No-name brands, now we pullin' up in Fendi (Fendi)
They ain't see the vision, then I bet they see it now (Yeah)
When we steppin' in the room, it's like a hundred thou (Bands)
All these bitches on my dick, I tell 'em "Simmer down" (Huh)
They all wanna be the queen, but they can't get the crown (Never)

[Bridge]
Yeah, no Ls
Take an L, take it on the chin
Make it right back, get this money
Fuck the rest, gang

[Chorus]
No Ls, we ain't takin' defeat (No Ls)
Why these rappers always lie 'bout what they do in the street? (Liars)
French bitch and she's lookin' petite (Bonjour)
See them on the 'gram spreadin' what I make in a week (Yeah)
No Ls, we ain't takin' defeat (No Ls)
Why these rappers always lie 'bout what they do in the street? (Liars)
French bitch and she's lookin' petite (Oui, oui)
See them on the 'gram spreadin' what I make in a week (Yeah)

[Outro]
Man, I keep seein' these rappers on the 'gram
Spreadin' like, one, two, three K
Thinkin' they're Pooh Shiesty and shit
Fuckin' clowns, ayy