Lloyds (feat. RG45)
Told a bihh that I'm ugh
Told a bih that I'm gone
Love the blood on my arms
Love the blood on my neck huh
Fell in love w the cheque uh
Tell em send it direct huh
Got me in love w my phone
My lloyds sent me that text
They let me know that I'm on
Yeah
I had to get to the cheque
Had to let some disappear
N**** they wanting to win
Can't let my shit get thin
Gotta pay dividends
Gotta split it with my guys
Mama told me to divide
Never been cold inside
Lotta ice in my eyes
Yeah it's not a surprise
Ni***s they f**k w my guys
Might put my foot in your eye
Don't put your foot in your mouth
Everything going down south real quick
I knock you down for the count real quick
And I got a lil bih that bounce n shit
She proud of it
LSD took me out of it
Colours all in the house and shit
Brrrr brrrr
N**** I feel like basil bih
N**** ain't real they counterfeit
I had to tell em stay out of it
I got a bih she playing with the zippers on my trousers bih
I ain't even get aroused a bit
I'm only thinking bout counting shit
Told a bih that I'm gone
Love the blood on my arms
Love the blood on my necks uh
Fell in love w the cheque uh
Tell em send it direct huh
Got me in love w my phone
My lloyds sent me that text
They let me know that I'm on
Yeahhh
I put my heart in these lyrics (Ay)
Phone filled with all these bitches I curved
Pull up the ghost like a spirit
I told my mom imma make it with lyrics (Aye)
God forgives so I drip (Ay)
Palm angels & Christian the kicks
Devil eyes but an Angel she is
Got bands n**** so I fuck up a brick
Double cup styrofoam (Ay)
Jiggy I be in my zone (Aye)
Lloyd's sent me that text
Said we got off we was cloned (Aye)
I ain't even start to ball yet (Ay)
I was in the stu I was getting zoned
Trap line ring and I ain't on my phone
Really I be in my zone damn
Really I be in my zone
With the bottles like post Malone
Shawty wan know what I'm on
She say my cup it tastes like ethanol
Don't give a fuck when I'm gone
Don't give a fuck when I'm sober
Playing w me it's over
I ain't got dirt on my shoulder
N**** can't even put dirt on my name
Told a bih that I'm gone huh
Love the blood on my arms
Love the blood on my neck uh
Fell in love w the cheque uh
Tell em send it direct
Got me in love w my phone
My Lloyds sent me that text
They let me know that I'm on
Yeah
Told a bih that I'm gone
Love the blood on my arms
Love the blood on my neck huh
Fell in love w the cheque uh
Tell em send it direct huh
Got me in love w my phone
My lloyds sent me that text
They let me know that I'm on
Yeah
I had to get to the cheque
Had to let some disappear
N**** they wanting to win
Can't let my shit get thin
Gotta pay dividends
Gotta split it with my guys
Mama told me to divide
Never been cold inside
Lotta ice in my eyes
Yeah it's not a surprise
Ni***s they f**k w my guys
Might put my foot in your eye
Don't put your foot in your mouth
Everything going down south real quick
I knock you down for the count real quick
And I got a lil bih that bounce n shit
She proud of it
LSD took me out of it
Colours all in the house and shit
Brrrr brrrr
N**** I feel like basil bih
N**** ain't real they counterfeit
I had to tell em stay out of it
I got a bih she playing with the zippers on my trousers bih
I ain't even get aroused a bit
I'm only thinking bout counting shit
Told a bih that I'm gone
Love the blood on my arms
Love the blood on my necks uh
Fell in love w the cheque uh
Tell em send it direct huh
Got me in love w my phone
My lloyds sent me that text
They let me know that I'm on
Yeahhh
I put my heart in these lyrics (Ay)
Phone filled with all these bitches I curved
Pull up the ghost like a spirit
I told my mom imma make it with lyrics (Aye)
God forgives so I drip (Ay)
Palm angels & Christian the kicks
Devil eyes but an Angel she is
Got bands n**** so I fuck up a brick
Double cup styrofoam (Ay)
Jiggy I be in my zone (Aye)
Lloyd's sent me that text
Said we got off we was cloned (Aye)
I ain't even start to ball yet (Ay)
I was in the stu I was getting zoned
Trap line ring and I ain't on my phone
Really I be in my zone damn
Really I be in my zone
With the bottles like post Malone
Shawty wan know what I'm on
She say my cup it tastes like ethanol
Don't give a fuck when I'm gone
Don't give a fuck when I'm sober
Playing w me it's over
I ain't got dirt on my shoulder
N**** can't even put dirt on my name
Told a bih that I'm gone huh
Love the blood on my arms
Love the blood on my neck uh
Fell in love w the cheque uh
Tell em send it direct
Got me in love w my phone
My Lloyds sent me that text
They let me know that I'm on
Yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Odera Edeoga
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