Love Don't Live Here
Y'all know what it is nigga
GBE, baby
Know how the fuck we rockin'
Somebody call the ambulance
I'm having an ice attack
All these motherfuckin' diamonds on me
Brrp, bling, yeah
I know y'all be sitting back like:
So ain't on none of that clout shit
We don't do shit for clout
We don't pull up just to stunt nigga, we just pull off a stunt nigga
Ayy
Watch just glisten, shit we still kickin'
Pull up to the 'Rari lot, in some white linen
On some pig shit skin 'em, thousand dollar denim
Three thousand dollar pipe, you can get hit with 'em
Shells let off we've done it, nigga we just did 'em
Somebody gave me laxative, I ain't mean to shit 'em
And my shorty kill 'em, he ain't got to rip 'em
No I ain't a judge I up the gavel then I peel 'em
Blasting off, blasting off, in a NASCAR
They asked why I bought it, it's a fast car
Pull up to your ball game, hit the Mascot
I'll chase your ass down like a Jaguar
Car steady going, this bitch can't even stop
We don't want no beef, these niggas really cops
Pourin' up that 'Wock, shit make me flock
Run up in the spot, forgot to hit my lock
On the cop
Oh he muslim, believe in Allah
Gotta X6M, I ain't even get a drop
Rippty-rippty-hot, skippty-dippty-clot
He feel like he real but he not
You can just get we got
I got a plane around my neck who want a flight
Gang slip bitch pull up you tryna try
Police ass niggas callin' the other guys
Send his ass in the up alley like Bob Hayes
I just took off and they hate that shit
Get that bitch a 40 told her engrave that shit
Lambo look like black hair like I braided that shit
And my name on it, I engraved that bitch
I just pulled it out man cause I said that bitch
Just took off I feel like I raised that bitch
I'm one of them niggas that don't play that shit
Ridin' with my bulldog smoking catpiss
I got the paprica, I got desert eagle, I love me senorita
Wipe a nigga you digg, she wanna see me she eager
Boy it's down this evening, you gon' be missing the season
Want beef? give me a reason
I used to steal out the store
Now I pimp out the store
Bitch I'm peelin in the store
I got 50 racks and more
16 houses up in my coat
All this Off White like I promote
I just spent that on my yachty
You's a pendejo mayate
She just put you on the block page
Don't make me get back to my block ways
I need a mocha latte
I'm in the cockpit with the pilot
Oh you think that you not it
Bullets hit you let my watch hit
I got a .40 cal stop shit
I got a .45 drop shit
I was 16 with a cop stick
With a copbut that shit not nigga
Lookin' for love it don't live here
Fuck you knockin' on the door for?
Almost hit your with this .44
I'ma smack you with this chokehold
I'm in Tokyo no dojo
I might buy a speedboat, ho
And you know I got the ho-hoes
Sosa said I leave them Glo poles
Light you up now it's a Glo show
It's lighting up bitch it's a Glo pole
She takin' pics up in a Glo room
You gotta go I got a show soon
I pull the car up out the show room
It's just for two you ain't got no room
Bury your body in your old room
She tryna fuck she went to my old school
I started off feelin' like out school
Kaykay like dad I ain't got no school
Lil shawty smart she ain't no fool
I feel that your dad is so cool
I bought some sticks but don't play no pool
You live in LA and ain't got no pool
You ain't shit boy you ain't got no pull
Girl my engine sound so dull
Aye
GBE, baby
Know how the fuck we rockin'
Somebody call the ambulance
I'm having an ice attack
All these motherfuckin' diamonds on me
Brrp, bling, yeah
I know y'all be sitting back like:
So ain't on none of that clout shit
We don't do shit for clout
We don't pull up just to stunt nigga, we just pull off a stunt nigga
Ayy
Watch just glisten, shit we still kickin'
Pull up to the 'Rari lot, in some white linen
On some pig shit skin 'em, thousand dollar denim
Three thousand dollar pipe, you can get hit with 'em
Shells let off we've done it, nigga we just did 'em
Somebody gave me laxative, I ain't mean to shit 'em
And my shorty kill 'em, he ain't got to rip 'em
No I ain't a judge I up the gavel then I peel 'em
Blasting off, blasting off, in a NASCAR
They asked why I bought it, it's a fast car
Pull up to your ball game, hit the Mascot
I'll chase your ass down like a Jaguar
Car steady going, this bitch can't even stop
We don't want no beef, these niggas really cops
Pourin' up that 'Wock, shit make me flock
Run up in the spot, forgot to hit my lock
On the cop
Oh he muslim, believe in Allah
Gotta X6M, I ain't even get a drop
Rippty-rippty-hot, skippty-dippty-clot
He feel like he real but he not
You can just get we got
I got a plane around my neck who want a flight
Gang slip bitch pull up you tryna try
Police ass niggas callin' the other guys
Send his ass in the up alley like Bob Hayes
I just took off and they hate that shit
Get that bitch a 40 told her engrave that shit
Lambo look like black hair like I braided that shit
And my name on it, I engraved that bitch
I just pulled it out man cause I said that bitch
Just took off I feel like I raised that bitch
I'm one of them niggas that don't play that shit
Ridin' with my bulldog smoking catpiss
I got the paprica, I got desert eagle, I love me senorita
Wipe a nigga you digg, she wanna see me she eager
Boy it's down this evening, you gon' be missing the season
Want beef? give me a reason
I used to steal out the store
Now I pimp out the store
Bitch I'm peelin in the store
I got 50 racks and more
16 houses up in my coat
All this Off White like I promote
I just spent that on my yachty
You's a pendejo mayate
She just put you on the block page
Don't make me get back to my block ways
I need a mocha latte
I'm in the cockpit with the pilot
Oh you think that you not it
Bullets hit you let my watch hit
I got a .40 cal stop shit
I got a .45 drop shit
I was 16 with a cop stick
With a copbut that shit not nigga
Lookin' for love it don't live here
Fuck you knockin' on the door for?
Almost hit your with this .44
I'ma smack you with this chokehold
I'm in Tokyo no dojo
I might buy a speedboat, ho
And you know I got the ho-hoes
Sosa said I leave them Glo poles
Light you up now it's a Glo show
It's lighting up bitch it's a Glo pole
She takin' pics up in a Glo room
You gotta go I got a show soon
I pull the car up out the show room
It's just for two you ain't got no room
Bury your body in your old room
She tryna fuck she went to my old school
I started off feelin' like out school
Kaykay like dad I ain't got no school
Lil shawty smart she ain't no fool
I feel that your dad is so cool
I bought some sticks but don't play no pool
You live in LA and ain't got no pool
You ain't shit boy you ain't got no pull
Girl my engine sound so dull
Aye
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Len Williams, Keith Cozart, Ernest Day Jr., B Jarrod Boddy
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