Luv Sux
Crown royal, and a bunch of marijuana, think I might pass out
They was laughing at me when they had the cash on em, but who got cash now
Yeah, fucked up, I'm a scream out fuck y'all til I put my cup down
Nah, fucked up, I'm a scream out fuck love, cause I done gave up now
Don't fuck around, don't fuck a round, don't fuck around and get smoked, mouse
Never bought a bitch a birken bag and won't give a bitch no coach, nah
Gang wit me no folks, nah
plays on me no coach, nah
Came through with a hundred shots, like Wilt Chamb, I'm dope, huh
Got me a dub like I'm winnin, yuh
She know I'm bout to get in it, yuh
Came up from out of the trenches with all of my cousins we gotta go get it, yuh
Atlanta, I got me a pennant, yuh
Zaxby's, I been getting chicken, Yuh
Austin been mixing the song and he been getting mad cause I'm taking a minute, yuh
Say do yo dance, do yo dance, like you not here wit yo friend
All these bands, all thes bands, but I can't leave none in yo hands
Got bro on Delta, we off land, and we can't land until we land
It ain't no whack shit on these beats, when I go hard, lil bitch this Cam
Red on my bro like I'm billy, aye
Harden I'm going to Philly, huh
Might make a call out to gillie,
Arab on the beat, cause they know I get silly, aye
Quavo I need me a milli, huh
Well actually, I need a billi, huh
Catching the bag like I'm Justin, they call me Jamar cause I'm hitting my griddy, huh
Ace that
I can't fuck that bitch, that gutless bitch, swear I want payback
Did me so fucked up, and broke my heart like I'm gon take that
Felt like wheezy on that block, cause it ain't shit to bring that drake back
I just found a bitch that look just like Rhianna, I'm not asvp
Run down we gon squeeze that
She gon put a show on, in my room and I'm gon stream that
Wish they'll bring bean back
Bro gon bring some lean back
Feel like I'm Tom Brady, went down twice and brought my team back
It's up then they know we on go, aye
Can't drop a bag on a hoe, aye
Running the beat like I'm Bo
Gon jump in the crowd when I do me a show, aye
Riq in the club on his phone, and no he can't dance he clutchin a pole
Tryna talk to a bitch in the club, but still gettin curved, this shit getting old
I think she a hoe, but what would I know
They was laughing at me when they had the cash on em, but who got cash now
Yeah, fucked up, I'm a scream out fuck y'all til I put my cup down
Nah, fucked up, I'm a scream out fuck love, cause I done gave up now
Don't fuck around, don't fuck a round, don't fuck around and get smoked, mouse
Never bought a bitch a birken bag and won't give a bitch no coach, nah
Gang wit me no folks, nah
plays on me no coach, nah
Came through with a hundred shots, like Wilt Chamb, I'm dope, huh
Got me a dub like I'm winnin, yuh
She know I'm bout to get in it, yuh
Came up from out of the trenches with all of my cousins we gotta go get it, yuh
Atlanta, I got me a pennant, yuh
Zaxby's, I been getting chicken, Yuh
Austin been mixing the song and he been getting mad cause I'm taking a minute, yuh
Say do yo dance, do yo dance, like you not here wit yo friend
All these bands, all thes bands, but I can't leave none in yo hands
Got bro on Delta, we off land, and we can't land until we land
It ain't no whack shit on these beats, when I go hard, lil bitch this Cam
Red on my bro like I'm billy, aye
Harden I'm going to Philly, huh
Might make a call out to gillie,
Arab on the beat, cause they know I get silly, aye
Quavo I need me a milli, huh
Well actually, I need a billi, huh
Catching the bag like I'm Justin, they call me Jamar cause I'm hitting my griddy, huh
Ace that
I can't fuck that bitch, that gutless bitch, swear I want payback
Did me so fucked up, and broke my heart like I'm gon take that
Felt like wheezy on that block, cause it ain't shit to bring that drake back
I just found a bitch that look just like Rhianna, I'm not asvp
Run down we gon squeeze that
She gon put a show on, in my room and I'm gon stream that
Wish they'll bring bean back
Bro gon bring some lean back
Feel like I'm Tom Brady, went down twice and brought my team back
It's up then they know we on go, aye
Can't drop a bag on a hoe, aye
Running the beat like I'm Bo
Gon jump in the crowd when I do me a show, aye
Riq in the club on his phone, and no he can't dance he clutchin a pole
Tryna talk to a bitch in the club, but still gettin curved, this shit getting old
I think she a hoe, but what would I know
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Writer(s): Cameron Arce-dunn
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