Video Luv No Slutz de Al Chapo 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Al Chapo - Luv No Slutz Lyrics

[Intro: Glokk40spaz & Unknown Female]
Hey Spaz
Woah, what’s up, what you doin'?
Nothing, I miss you
I can’t wait 'till you come home, so we can be together
Yeah
Mm, okay, well, I love you, hello?
Hold up
Hello Spaz you there?
The caller has hung up
(Ayy, Chapo)
Did this nigga just hang up the phone on me?
Whoa, Whoa, Mobb, Gang, GF
Nigga know what the fuck Mobbin' (GF)
F&N Pistol, In my pocket, I'm joggin'
I belittle my bitches, I don't tell them I'm sorry

[Chorus]
Sumo flippin' the can, we gon' call 'em John Gotti
Man, this 7.6 shit, Mafioso party
Cut 'em in his shit, go, boy, walking target (Shit)
And I'm gon' finish the beef that I always started (Woah)
Baby Life shit, fuck yo' camp
Stomp on an opp like an ant (Yeah)
Juan want me to die, but I can't (Can't)
Up the Glock, turn the switch on like a lamp (Lamp)
Boy keep on playin', I'm the numbеr one vamp (I'm the number onе)
Psych out 'bout my stamp, seen the Glock, I took it (Psych out)
Nigga got the stick, he finna shoot him like D. Booker (Stick)
I'ma press the issue if his ass keep lookin' (Spray it)
I'm finna pop his ass off, turn me up (Pop his ass)
In a sprinter van, sticked up (Sticked up)
Scared of the Mobb, see the Whoa, he get hiccups (Woah, woah)
Pop at his ass, we gon' bust at his truck (Woah)
[Verse]
Fuck that bitch, I'm just tryna' get my nut
Bitch, don't cap, you know this shit just lust (Don't cap)
How the fuck can B'whoa ever love on a slut? (On a what)
I shoot through the peephole, if he creep through the cut
Set his ass up with a bitch, it was easy to get his ass bust
Said one of the Whoa's got took, all that shit wasn't nun
Gotta fuck more than bitch, this shit unjust (What)
Nigga got in my face, we don't do sucker-punch (On God)
Uppercut his bitch ass, had to lift his ass up (Up)
Been seen through the fake gang bangers, man, these niggas ain't tough (What)
Huh (Ayy), I'm on the block with my fye, I'm cocky as fuck, I feel untouched (Ayy)
I tote the Glock by the kid, I'on give a fuck (Gang), but I still won't cuss (Cuss)
Whoa ain't goin' for nothin', DK bought him a .50-round drum (Drum)
Play with the mobb, we gon' rock out on sum' (Yeah)
Doin' all that dissin', we gon' cut off his thumb
Know some bitches do dick, put the crack in her gum (Ayy, hey)
Nigga said he got the drop on me?, Pussy ass nigga, bullshit, all baloney (Woah)
Whoa said, "Put 'em on the plate, anchovy" (Anchovy)
Opps sing to the cops like karaoke
Thirty-shots hit his ass just like Jokić (Thirty-shots)
Wet his block up, I'm talkin' 'bout soak it
Joker face on my back, lil' bitch, I'm not joking (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Sumo flippin' the can, we gon' call 'em John Gotti
Man, this 7.6 shit, Mafioso party
Cut 'em in his shit, go, boy, walking target (Shit)
And I'm gon' finish the beef that I always started (Woah)
Baby Life shit, fuck yo' camp
Stomp on an opp like an ant
Juan want me to die, but I can't (Can't)
Up the Glock, turn the switch on like a lamp (Lamp)
Boy keep on playin', I'm the number one vamp
Psych out 'bout my stamp, seen the Glock, I took it
Nigga got the stick, he finna shoot him like D. Booker (Stick)
I'ma press the issue if his ass keep lookin' (Spray it)
I'm finna pop his ass off, turn me up (Pop his ass)
In a sprinter van, sticked up (Sticked up)
Scared of the Mobb, see the Whoa, he get hiccups (Woah)
Pop at his ass, we gon' bust at his truck (Woah)