False Love

Went from scamming now we hitting licks tryna make it out this gutta
Gotta pistol by my reach lil' pat gone swerve and buy another
If A **** say it's beef I walk him down ain't no discover
All my life I had to struggle ian' never had the buzzer
Police lock me up they sat me down did one year in the can
Now they fucked around hit 5 years tryna take me and my man's
Ima' swerve through this block just like im friday in the van
Ima' bust up out the coupe im tryna pop you like A xan

Like my brudda' said lil bro you gotta be A beast (No cap)
If you will not be A beast they try to hoe you in these streets
From that nawf "DTA" summer tree and "UPT" (That nawf)
Ima swerve through his block im tryna give lil bro some peace
Everytime i walk the streets these ****' beefing bout A bitch
Police tryna lock us down they tryna kill which which and which
So I told my brothers be careful the judge will hand out years
Everytime we in A stolo we just want to send A blitz
I'm so stuck off in these streets
Hit your brother bring no peace
I just wanna' get the bread
And stay up on my two feet
Money coming it get longer
Smoking gas just like A stoner
If you ever push up on me boy you better drop some commas
Ain't no bitch up in lil' 3
All these ****' just envy
Im so stuck off in these streets
Selling gas let's cop QP
Ima' real deal player
Thug it out let's get the paper
Ima' blow A **** down speak on gang im finna take ya'

Went from scamming now we hitting licks tryna make it out this gutta
Gotta pistol by my reach lil' pat gone swerve and buy another
If A **** say it's beef he walk him down ain't no discover
All my life I had to struggle ian' never had the buzzer
Police lock me up they sat me down did one year in the can
Now they fucked around hit 5 years tryna take me and my man's
Ima' swerve through this block just like im friday in the van
Ima' bust up out the coupe im tryna pop you like A xan

Told lil' wump that I love him down up in that rowdy can
Muffuckas' say they love you but they down bad in the end
Ain't no pressure bout A bitch I send lil' bro to whack your man's
I be posted in the trenches knock me off you think you can
'Lotta hungry nights and struggle nights that shit really just hurt
Ian' finna diss the opps but they better listen to my verse
Bout just 4 O'clock up in the morning thinking 'bout A hurst
Tell lil' harry pull up with that glass we clutching in the church
Prey the lord just fix my sins
Onna' guys I love my kin
Yea my main partner switch
Associated with the enemy
All these ****' just some frenemies
Say she love me im just geniune
I will put your ass under ian' stunting bout no dignitty ****

Yea **** free the guys ****
It ain't none but that gang shit
**** yea
Talking bout ****
Smoke ****
Bd
Get your ass popped



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Writer(s): Qortavius Reed
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