No Label lyrics

[Intro]

DY Krazy

Ayy, it's so crazy 'cause I made this song off another nigga feelings

Know what I'm sayin'? What he going through with his bitch

Know what I'm sayin'? He actually one of my dogs

Know what I'm sayin'? 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 throwin' your pussy, but I don't want none

I got a wife, so after me you gotta fuck 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