K Shiday & Enchanting – No Luv (ft. Gucci Mane, Key Glock & Big Scarr) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

K Shiday & Enchanting collaborate on “No Luv” featuring Gucci Mane, Key Glock & Big Scarr. Listen, watch the video, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by J. White Did It. The video was directed by Jordan Spenser.

K Shiday & Enchanting No Luv

Gucci Mane’s 1017 label has gone through several rebrands over the years. As the rapper attempts to use his ear as an A&R to break out some brand new talent, Gucci Mane Presents: So Icy Summer served as an introduction to the roster. Foogiano and Pooh Shiesty made appearances across the tracklist while K Shiday and Enchanting made their debut as the So Icy Girlz, though he’s insisted the ladies are solo artists, first and foremost.

Over the weekend, K Shiday and Enchanting came through with their latest single, “No Luv” and brought some heavy hitters along with them.

K Shiday & Enchanting – No Luv (ft. Gucci Mane, Key Glock & Big Scarr) (prod. J. White Did It)

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Lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Wop (Wop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, go

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
They say that I’m a clone, I’m not a human bein’ (Well damn)
‘Cause I can’t go nowhere without my human feelings (Brr)
Got a murder on my build, it’s holdin’ up my denim (It’s Gucci)
I’m keepin’ the feds out my bitch, you tryna put ’em in ’em (Alright)
You say you wanna square up, well, fuck it, square up (Well damn)
Choppa knock ya head off, it turned ya bail out (Brr)
I pray my haters get corona, stop the coughin’ on me (Yeah)
The last nigga ran up on me, and I coughed the homie (Damn)
I know the feds listen to me, they my competition (Damn)
Couldn’t beat me fast, so they recruited snitches (Damn)
Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches, yeah
Y’all actin’ gangster, but deep down, y’all know y’all really bitches (It’s Gucci)
I make a snowstorm, not a flurry, whip it in a hurry (Skrrt)
They say I did it, I’m so rich, I still crank up the jewelry (Yeah)
They wanna hang me by the Raptors like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (Woo)
Went through like thirty million dollars in my early thirties (Huh?)
I rep the 6 like Julius Ervin’, showtime like some Birkins (Wow)
These bitches eatin’ these Percocets like they Boston Baked Beans (Wow)
Somebody picture ’cause he tryna be me, it’s a dream (It’s Gucci)

[Verse 2: Big Scarr]
Uh, you still sell dope at the schoolhouse
Look at me now, I’m a rich fuckin’ dropout, yeah
Hands on my mouth now, pop out
Pull up on ya block, everybody get shot down, yeah
Cartier chain with the lights out
He don’t want the smoke, pussy nigga, better pipe down, uh
Got a main bitch, he wanna fight now
Hit him from the back with my Glock and a nightgown
You know how they goin’, got shit for a bitch, I got shit for a ho
New foreign Coupe with the butterfly doors
Made the bitch flat seat, hop out, we can go
They hated, I made this shit happen, I slip on it barely
Post at the trap with the ranch, I used to fuck with the ranches
But now I blew up, yeah, all of my bitches the baddest

[Verse 3: Enchanting]
They say I ain’t no ho, I’m a real-ass pimp
Bands in my pocket, I got all them in
Bitch, I’m poppin’ like greasy, my name on the list (Yeah)
Part on these hoes and my nigga be simp (Yeah)
Pour a 4 on my sprain, now I’m leanin’ (Huh)
My face, like I ran it back for no reason (Woo)
Bitches ease, I know ’em, I’m leavin’ (Yeah)
Kush all in my lungs when I’m breathin’ (Mmm), damn
I love a ho with a fat ass, boy, you a bitch with a read-ass
You stalkin’ my shit, what you mad at?
Like I just might do with ya badass
Step off in this bitch, it’s a light show (Light show)
My diamonds hit where it’s no life though
I love a thick bitch with no life, ho (Ice)
You hate me, you ruin my life though
You love when it hard whenever (Damn)
If she want a ho, then I’m little
I might stretch me a bitch, no pretzel
All my guns come with a suppressor
Thirty-two lighters all in my dresser
1017, I’ma get you to guess it
Bitch, I’m thuggin’, no matter the whistle
So icy, we flockin’ together

[Verse 4: K Shiday]
Plan it, I make me a pot, I get special delivery
Then that bitch hop, you a bundle of misery
Get off my top and ya shawty gon’ go because this year a bop
I got boo stamps ’cause he always complainin’
He don’t eat enough of that pussy, a plan
You better be careful ’cause this shit is dangerous, lay yo ass out like a muhfuckin’ string
I say “Burr,” bitch, ice cold, diamond grills all go
Quick bag also, pussy niggas all fo’
My attitude needed a tic-tac
I pulled his weave, they swipe, they not swipin’ the fox trap
Say money, all that, see me, it step for the solve
They watch how my bitches resolved that
Lie and say, “Bitch, what you call that?”
Said shawty fall back, I can’t just solve that
My energy right, I got stamina
Catch us, young nigga, with money, they needed the camera
These niggas really ain’t man enough, abracadabra, I see what’s up
Caught that bitch cheatin’, you peepin’ her
Better think twice about keepin’ her
Bitches got options, that nigga been fuckin’ her (Brr)

[Verse 5: Key Glock]
Yeah, fly like a bird, fuck what you heard, bitch, I been makin’ serves (Serves)
Uh, big ’bout a swerve, I fucked ’em, Forgiato on the curve (Bah)
Yeah, codeine got me slurp, I’m drinkin’ too much, spilled this shit on my shirt (Uh)
Yeah, I ball with no jersey, young nigga flexin’, young nigga, no splurgin’ (Uh)
Lord, please have mercy, I got two bitches with me emergin’ (Yeah)
Bitch, better go join the circus, who you think I is? I ain’t buyin’ no Birkin
My mama is the only lady I get a purse for
Instagram bitches, ain’t nothin’ but worse
So I’m ridin’ in a yellow Maybach, sippin’ purple
And I got two straps on me, Glock, Urkel (Bah, bah)
Yeah, what the fuck you mean, huh? (Fuck you mean?)
Bitch, this a P-R-E, 1-0-1-7, dream team, yeah (Bitch)
Bitch, I ball like Kareem, uh (Bitch) and I’m ’bout my cream, yeah (‘Bout my cream, uh)
They say money talk, but my diamonds do too and they sayin’, “Bling,” nigga (So icy)

[Outro: Key Glock]
Yeah