[Chorus: Lil Peep]
No love, no hope, no chain on my– (Chain on my– chain on my– chain on my– chain on my–)
No love, no hope, no chain on my neck (No chain on my neck, no chain on my neck)

[Verse 1: BONES]
Rappers ain't shit in the '90s, I don't trust 'em
And bitches on my dick, but they ain't shit so motherfuck 'em
I'm in my six four
Got it jumping like it's nothin'
Somebody tried to jump me, tried to play me for a sucka
A pistol to my head, got a pistol in the glove
I ripped that bitch out, and let that mothafucka bust
Got a kevlar vest, right under the shirt
Creeping with that heater
Don't you get that ass murked
Bringing the wikkity sounds, it's that West Coast thugster
Lyrically serving crack to these South Side hustlers
The North Side murderers
The East Side slangers
The West Coast bangers
And these mothafuckin' RVIDXRS
Bringing it all the way back
It's the return of the Mack
Mac-10 clips ready to bang on attack
Alizé sipping, rolling blunts in the 'Lac
Sitting sideways, bustas don't know how to act
But bitch you already know, that I got that G-Funk
Try and press your luck and meet that purp up in the trunk
Never hesitate to lay a busta on his back
So if you talking trash meet that fucking compact
[Verse 2: Ruby da Cherry]
Yeah
Flex my winter garments, something fine up under my armpit
Just another bitch I harvested, I reap what I sow
All day plowing in the garden, spread my seed on these hoes, yeah
Oddy got them thotties on they knees, 'bout to choke
$outhside Shawty, put the ice in isolated
All these bitches think I'm lonely, but really I'm fuckin' flakey
All the bitches tryna holla but their voice is always shakin' (Holla at me)
I got a long-ass bridge to get across, baby
You won't get passed these ribs, make sure my heart don't cave in (No)
Would you really be 'bout it if I wasn't famous? (Prob' not)
Always tryna get my money, I call it "Juicy J'ing"

[Refrain: Lil Peep]
Aw, aw, aw, aw, that's really raw, that's really raw
Young 16 killers, bitch my friends are my dealers
Aw, aw, aw, aw, that's really raw, that's really raw
Dry blood on my knife when I enter the fight, motherfucker

[Chorus: Lil Peep]
No love, no hope, no chain on my neck
No respect, boy yo bitch got no complaints
I'm showin' no love, no hope, no chain on my neck
No respect, boy yo bitch got no complaints
I'm showin' no love, no hope, no chain on my neck
No respect, boy yo bitch got no complaints
I'm showin' no love, no hope, no chain on my neck
No respect, boy yo bitch got no complaints
I'm showin'– (I'm showin'– I'm showin'–)