Don't Need Luv

Say she gotta tell me something
Bitch gotta tell me what
All of that shit be fake, baby I don't need love
Say she gotta tell me something
Bitch gotta tell me what
All of that shit be fake, baby I don't need love
Say she gotta tell me somethin'
Bitch gotta tell me what
I don't wanna hear that, I don't really give no fucks
Fuck that, who in da kitchen
Fuck that, who on a mission
Playin' my song in the car with ya boo and she listen
You ain't have a clue that she missin'

I'm on some shit, check out all the latest
Still in the hood, feelin' like I made it
Look at me now nigga I'm the greatest, Damn
Blockin' the noise, blockin' all the haters
I just be bored coppin' all da flavors
I'ma enjoy shorty she a taker, Damn
Look in my eyes she just wanna kiss me
She hit my phone sayin' that she miss me
I'm not alone shit is getting risky, Ouu
Got on my own shit was gettin' tricky
Cut on my song now she gettin' litty
I know it's wrong, but we gettin' busy, ouu

Say she gotta tell me something
Bitch gotta tell me what
All of that shit be fake, baby I don't need love
Say she gotta tell me something
Bitch gotta tell me what
All of that shit be fake, baby I don't need love

Bitch gotta tell me what? just pour the issue in my cup
Back in the trap I was sending bogies, tryna blow up the bloods
Then I had found out niggas was cuz and not really blood though
Fuckin' that bitch so goddamn good, told her fill up the tub hoe
Stop comparing, them niggas run errands
And I'm outside, got em' staring
She already know
Fuckin' with me, get to airing
When it come to her feelings, ain't caring
So many hoes
Hated living life slow and I got so many fuckin' flows
Bitch get blowed
In the back of the Range and I leave it to get towed
Like it was blow, white pinto on spokes, white people wanna know
What is the code?
Real life GTA bro's and these niggas game froze
What do you know?
Hella practice on the stove, kill rap and run the globe
Stealing your hoe, it's nothing to chill with your hoe
Been in the bed with your hoe, got head from your hoe
Yea I know I suck but I'm going ham on this hoe
All because, all young been coming up
That's why I get some head from your hoe
Y'all moving too slow
If I was back in the trap I would make it out, do it some more
Prove it some more
Take the same drugs in a row
Used to hit the same hoes in a row
Don't do it no more
Cause I'm too busy on the road, but I'm still sending bread to my hoes
Bread to my kid
Feel like I'm Champagne Papi and I got friends tryna stop me
So I get sloppy, taking my mind off the oppies
But I know they dead when I'm dropping
And ain't no topping
I know I be the hot topic, but honestly niggas should watch it
I got a choppa, it get to roaring, it's groaring, that mf just like a monster

Say she gotta tell me something
Bitch gotta tell me what
All of that shit be fake, baby I don't need love
Say she gotta tell me something
Bitch gotta tell me what
All of that shit be fake, baby I don't need love
Say she gotta tell me somethin'
Bitch gotta tell me what
I don't wanna hear that, I don't really give no fucks
Fuck that who in the kitchen
Fuck that who on a mission
Playin' my song in the car with ya boo and she listen
You ain't have a clue that she missin', ouu