No L’s

By Rops1

Released on July 24, 2026

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[Verse 1]

Really started with a dream, kick goals, now we do it legit

It's M.O.B. That be the motto, we dem crooks, we sticks

These bad bitches, they get fucked and we don't show 'em no love

I put that music shit on pause, I'm back with dealers and thugs

They don't like us, we're too real and they can't match us

Sold out to us, big shows, tell 'em catch up

Ops talking hard until the net, until they're slapped up

See that boy in person, he don't wanna be an actor

See that boy in person, he don't wanna be an actor

I ain't with the vеrbal, you won't find me commenting on the nеt

Tell him drop the low, we got the addy where he lays his head

I ain't trusting farts, they're the reason that the ops get got

Line him up with pussy, get the drop and we don't let it dock

I've been on my grind for four years, I ain't took a break

Tender whip, we cruising, things don't stop so we be out till late

Yeah my time's with money, I ain't waiting round for no one

Running to this money like I just scored a home run

Grew up looking chad, how's our kid from the trap?

Pump burns just to eat, life's a struggle, that's facts

They be rapping what we live and we be living what we rap

We ain't fucking with the other side, the other side they cap

They be verbal on the net, then they try and take it back

I ain't beefing with these bums, we ain't got the same tax

I ain't beefing with these bums, we ain't got the same tax

Go and get your money up, cause you be broke without a rap


[Verse 2]

Oblox stepping with two weapons, we let it slap

They tried to get my bro, I told them chill cause we gon' get him back

Money comes first and that beef comes second

They ain't even got no funding to get themselves some weapons

We ain't taking no's up on this side, only wins

Shorties coming real cheap so you can dash it in the bin

Yeah and I know you got a man but have you ever had a crim

Don't be speaking on my business, only tell us certain things

It's all Teans and trackies, we doing bootings and ballies

We running drugs down in Nassix and pumping chases in Maxis

We them street kids that bossed up; everyone be eating good

Coppers hate the way that we living because we keep it hooten

Sticking to that G-code, we don't do no snitching

If they violate, they gon' get touched and then try play the victim

Take your head off with this sniffing, if I grip it, I'm a ripper

I ain't beefing about a bitch, it ain't my fault she let me hit it

We them trap kids that slap sticks, bundles they get stacked up

All my opps be broken, that's the truth, they just some crack bums

I ain't beefing about a bitch, now trust me you can have her

Save the back and forth for her, she's old news and you can smash her

She knows that she's fucking with a baller

Running down these rappers, link Chico for the sauna


[Verse 3]

Ayy, why they mad that we be getting to the dosh?

I ain't never had shit, and I ain't never had a lot

I got money in my vision; I ain't nothing like these other fakes

Only rapper my age that can really flex a hundred K

Laughing all these rappers, it's all Teans and the Trackie

Putting holes up in designers, if my bros give rocks a bally

Barking on the net, they be talking in the streets

Two hundred K, that shit ain't nothing when you got a milli dreams

Need a Richard on my wrist and a crib that's for my son

Be this meetings with the offers in the trap and with the fuck

There's still money over everything, cause bitches we don't love

Put that music shit on pause and focus full time on the run

There's still money over everything, cause bitches we don't love

Put that music shit on pause and focus full time on the run

I can never trust a bitch, bitches they gon' get you slum

Get you down for half a got and shotties we gon' let em buff

Really put on for my city, I'm the one that funds the beef

They say talking on the net but they ain't never pushed a peak

You could never live my life; they ain't hood and they ain't from the streets

Didn't read no books; we grew up reading standard briefs

Plenty motion, why you think the whole team listen?

Flexing jewels will get you robbed, you can never play the victim

Bitches never showed no love and that's why they don't get it back

If a net worth ain't a quarter mil, then I ain't trying to smash

About that money, I'ma keep on saying that on every track

Cause when you come from nothing, it feels gangster when you hold a stack


[Verse 4]

Burn paper, go and check the receipts

These little bums ain't made a sense

And me and them could never beef

Stay smart, never lack, and I tell them how it is

If I'm one that I show, then you know I bring the thing

Never taking no's, nah, I'm only learning from mistakes

I come from nothing, that's the truth, tell me how they gonna hate

We was stealing just to eat, fresh shoes up on my feet

Now I cop it if I wanna show it off, we from the streets

Giving game to these youngins and they listen

We ain't selling out, it's FTP, fuck the judge and fuck the system

Tell them free the team and free up all the ops

We get them sent for a meg and get them stabbed up for a shot

They be hiding on the inside, we ain't capping

Tell them get back to the kennel, stop the barking and the yapping

They be hiding on the inside

We ain't capping

Tell them get back to the kennel, stop the barking and the yapping

Ayy