LuvMeHateMe (feat. Funeral)
Luv me or hate me
You don't even know me
Fuck fake friends
I would rather just stay lonely
What a lie it was
When you looked into my eyes
And told me that everything is alright
And that's how you ruined my life
Talk down on the gang
Ima split you with a knife
Middle finger out the sun roof
Yelling fuck that
If we hear you put the team on blast
We gon' bust back
Claim to hate me
But they comment on my insta
Acting like they love me
Shut up ima rinse you
Steal your bitches heart
I hold it for the ransom
She tell you that she love you
While she call me handsome
Oh no!
If I hear you talking
Ima run up in your home
10 shots
Put the chrome to his dome
Caught a fuckboy lackin
Why the fuck was you alone
Got some dark shit in my veins
I'm sipping off the henny
.223 to his chest that be plenty
I don't need a dime
I just need a pretty penny
I just want some ice
I ain't talkin about no yeti
Gas pack
Put me in a da-a-a-aze
Click clack
Put that in his fa-a-a-ace
Talk down it'll be the end of days
Backpack bottled up with Ace of Spades
P-P-Pull up
I know he won't pull up
Say he got that fire on him
But we gon have him full up
Full up on them bullets head to toe
I be with his bitch you already know
Yeah this them big bullets big guns
Yeah we tote them real ones
Ima catch a body
Just because I wanna feel sum
Feel sum anytime
I can get in any mind
Please don't say you love me
I know you is not a friend of mine
Luv me or hate me
You don't even know me
Fuck fake friends
I would rather just stay lonely
What a lie it was
When you looked into my eyes
And told me that everything is alright
And that's how you ruined my life
Talk down on the gang
Ima split you with a knife
Middle finger out the sun roof
Yelling fuck that
If we hear you put the team on blast
We gon' bust back
You don't even know me
Fuck fake friends
I would rather just stay lonely
What a lie it was
When you looked into my eyes
And told me that everything is alright
And that's how you ruined my life
Talk down on the gang
Ima split you with a knife
Middle finger out the sun roof
Yelling fuck that
If we hear you put the team on blast
We gon' bust back
Claim to hate me
But they comment on my insta
Acting like they love me
Shut up ima rinse you
Steal your bitches heart
I hold it for the ransom
She tell you that she love you
While she call me handsome
Oh no!
If I hear you talking
Ima run up in your home
10 shots
Put the chrome to his dome
Caught a fuckboy lackin
Why the fuck was you alone
Got some dark shit in my veins
I'm sipping off the henny
.223 to his chest that be plenty
I don't need a dime
I just need a pretty penny
I just want some ice
I ain't talkin about no yeti
Gas pack
Put me in a da-a-a-aze
Click clack
Put that in his fa-a-a-ace
Talk down it'll be the end of days
Backpack bottled up with Ace of Spades
P-P-Pull up
I know he won't pull up
Say he got that fire on him
But we gon have him full up
Full up on them bullets head to toe
I be with his bitch you already know
Yeah this them big bullets big guns
Yeah we tote them real ones
Ima catch a body
Just because I wanna feel sum
Feel sum anytime
I can get in any mind
Please don't say you love me
I know you is not a friend of mine
Luv me or hate me
You don't even know me
Fuck fake friends
I would rather just stay lonely
What a lie it was
When you looked into my eyes
And told me that everything is alright
And that's how you ruined my life
Talk down on the gang
Ima split you with a knife
Middle finger out the sun roof
Yelling fuck that
If we hear you put the team on blast
We gon' bust back
Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Rivas
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