I Get Luv

Great John on the beat, by the way
So they fuck with it

I get love in my city, I know them niggas hate
All black when I'm getting busy, just pray I beat the case
Fall back, no, you wasn't with me, I wasn't getting paid
Ran up them hunnids and fifties, tryna blow a bag a day
Them niggas stealing my style, can't take my swag away
That choppa blowin' him down if he get in my way
Got locked up, I held it down and kept my niggas safe
I put that Glock on that clown, you should've seen his face

Look, I know the difference
I could be goofy or be militant
That choppa knockin' off his ligaments
I'm bout' to shit again
I'm tryna count me up a hunnid band
My shooters hoppin' out of sprinter vans
Free Caesar out the can
No, he don't do it for no Instagram
My niggas truer than that Buddha man

(Free Caesar out the can, no he don't do it for no, mmm)
(My niggas truer than that Buddha man)
They fell in love with it, so they fuck with it
Die 'bout this money if you want nigga, come get it
And you get shot up with them niggas, and we ain't missin'
And you be treeshin' lil' bitch, so we ain't kissin'
Look, money long, stand tall like it's Blake Griffin
Put my niggas on in this song, we gon' make chicken
(Money long, stand tall like it's Blake Griffin)
(Put my niggas on in this song, we gon' make chicken)

I get love in my city, I know them niggas hate
All black when I'm getting busy, just pray I beat the case
Fall back, no, you wasn't with me, I wasn't getting paid
Ran up them hunnids and fifties, tryna blow a bag a day
(Ran up them hunnids and fifties, tryna blow a bag a day)
(Ran up them hunnids and fifties, tryna blow a bag a day)
(Huh, tryna blow a bag a day)
(Ran up them hunnids and fifties, tryna blow a bag a day)

Stop it right there



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Scott, Karel Jorge, Tegan Chambers
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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