No Love chords by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

• Difficulty: Intermediate 💪

Key: Bm

Intro:

Bm

Am                           D
Ayy, this ad-lib right here (Say, "Thug Life")
       G
Yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaah (Check out my Diddy Bop, ya heard me)
   Bm
(Oh yeah)
A       D
Slime (Ayy, ayy, YoungBoy)
             G
June, you're a genius Slatt, slatt

Pre-Chorus:
Bm                     A                D
Pressed by my life, my interview be the booth
  Em                     G
I got my head on steady, goin' in, I can't lose
          Bm                       A                    Em
Just want your love to be genuine, I'm the one that you use
                                 G
And I won't change for anything, I give it all up for you
       Bm                     A     D             Em
But if I ever let my feelings pass, baby then I'm through (Then I'm through)
                  Bm                                     A                  Em   G
And I won't never leave, but if I catch you with another man baby, then I'm through (Oh yes, I'm through)

Chorus:
       Bm                            F#m7
'Cause I been caught up countin' up, and baby, I don't need no love
G
I just want money and some drugs (Some drugs)
                     Bm           F#m7
I'm turned up in the club (Club), blow through the ceilin' with my thugs
G
They know that I don't give a fuck

Verse:
         Bm                               F#m7
Plus I'm strapped up, who wanna play with me
                                Bm
You know them killers stay with me
G
We screamin' out, "It's first degree"

I come up banging in them streets
Bm                         F#m7
I'm here and I won't never leave
                         G
My blood runnin' down my sleeve

My feelings change with the trees
                           Bm
My heart covered down with lean
                       A                    D
I'll never choose you, won't admit that I'm right
                                           G
Them hoes wanna just be you, they tell you leave out my life
              Bm                       A
They tried to make me leave you 'lone but I said, "Fuck it, we fight"
D         Em          F#m7      G
I'm on a road, tryna figure who you fuck wit' at night
          Bm                        F#m7
But I say fuck it, prison taught me better, turn up rock out with that metal
    G
You sneakin' 'round with these niggas, I guess that, that nigga better
Bm                        F#m7
Try my hardest not to hit her, know you think that I'ma kill her
    G                                                             Bm
If you leave, I ain't got nobody, I better not catch a nigga with her
                                A            D
'Cause in the streets nigga, we bang for our life
                              G
For you, I risked everything, I feel like I paid the price
             Bm                    A                   D
If you ain't happy, I ain't happy, I just want make it right
                                     G
I'm taking twenty pills a day, might overdose through the night
Bm                   A                        D
Don't wanna talk 'cause I don't know (I don't know)
                        G       Bm
How the fuck can I live alone? (Yeah)
                 A                     D
Don't wanna talk before you came I was down
                               G
How the fuck can you leave me 'lone? (Yeah)


Refrain:
       Bm                  A                  D
On the block with that dog food, truck comin' bop-bop
Em            G
Police comin' (Wee-do-wee), where the fuck to run now?
Bm                    F#m
D. Dawg run down on a nigga , stick 'em up like lay it down
G                                                            Bm
Bitch, that been my girl from the jump, you play, I'm layin' down

Bridge:
                F#m7                         G
Cause you know, I'll never let em disrespect her
                                     Bm
On my own, I been balling on another level
                          F#m7                          G
And I'm gone, I'm sendin' hits, they think that I'm a devil

On the road, nobody left, I done brought all my niggas

Pre-Chorus:
Bm                     F#m7
Pressed by my life, my interview be the booth
         G
I got my head on steady, goin' in, I can't lose
               Bm                  F#m7
Just want your love to be genuine, I'm the one that you use
            G
And I won't change for anything, I give it all up for you
    Bm                        F#m         D        Em         G
But if I ever let my feelings past, baby, then I'm throooooouggghhhh
                  Bm                               F#m7            D        Em      G
And I won't never leave, but if I catch you with another man baby, then I'm throoooough


Chorus:
                                 Bm           F#m7
'Cause I been caught up countin' upppppp, and baby, I don't need no love
G
I just want money and some drugs (Some drugs)
                     Bm           F#m7
I'm turned up in the club (Club), blow through the ceilin' with my thugs
G
They know that I don't give a fuck

Refrain:
       Bm                  F#m7
On the block with that dog food, truck comin' bop-bop
                      G
Police comin' (Wee-do-wee), where the fuck to run now?
Bm                    F#m7
D. Dawg run down on a nigga, stick 'em up like lay it down
                                  G                          Bm
Bitch, that been my girl from the jump, you play, I'm layin' down

Outro:
                                     F#m7
Ayy, bitch, don't tell me none 'bout her, what you mean?
G                                                       Bm
Ayy, long as I don't catch her with no nigga, I'ma stay this
          F#m7
I'ma stay loving her the way I love her
              G
And the day I do catch her shit, then I'm through
                         Bm
What it is, nigga? Fuck (huuh)
      F#m7
Ayy, 'cause I ain't worried bout nothin'
        G
There's somebody outchea finna love us all
                Bm                              F#m7
But if we can't be in no relationship with this person and make it work
                 G
How the fuck you gon' go be in another one and make it work?
                  Bm  F#m7
It's the same thing
Em
(   Truck comin' bop-bop)
G
(Yeah)
        Bm               F#m7            Em          G
(On the block with that dog food, truck comin' bop-bop)
(Wee, where the fuck to run now)