Lover Man
Uh, Ian no lover man
Quick to cut a bitch off
Give a fuck bout what we coulda been
Ion like to go to shows
But if them prices good I'm in
I done stood my ten in situations
Niggas woulda ran
So hell naw Ian like em
Plenty shots up in these weapons
What the fuck I look like fightin
That don't mean I can't
Cause best believe this right hook come like lightning
But this choppa come like thunder
Big 4 gang bitch I'm the face
So don't ask me no who I'm under
We don't do no status
Big ahh AR everywhere I go
Know I can't do no lackin
Get up & go get it gang
My niggas we don't do no askin
Whole gang fresh from head to toe
Them bitches say we do the fashion
He post every dollar that he touch
Know that boy new to racks and
New to backends
Boujie bitch I blew ha back in
Fuck ha once no double backin
Get the head then send her packin
Lil bro said he got the pack in
Tell em to break it and flip it
That shit ain't no shake
So it come wit a ticket
That shit not a diss
He ain't bein specific
And I just rap what I'm living
I don't cap to make shit sound good
My life really that
These niggas fakin just to sound hood
Lil bro keep a drac
So if he jinx he always round wood
2nd grade I was bad as hell
Momma whooped me in Grahamwood
I needed that
She my og play wit her
Watch how I push yo speaker back
If we put that nigga out the gang
Then we don't need em back
And I'm hot like cocaine in the 80's
Where yo needle at
Bitch I rep the 4 so you can
Find me where my people at
They say all my verses blessed
So find me where the preacher at
My niggas ain't got no faces
Find me where them creatures at
Take that broke shit over there
Cause this ain't where them leeches at
Aye
Cause I said this ain't where them leeches at
Uh, Ian no lover man
Quick to cut a bitch off
Give a fuck bout what we coulda been
Ion like to go to shows
But if them prices good I'm in
I done stood my ten in situations
Niggas woulda ran
So hell naw Ian like em
Plenty shots up in these weapons
What the fuck I look like fightin
That don't mean I can't
Cause best believe this right hook come like lightning
But this choppa come like thunder
Big 4 gang bitch I'm the face
So don't ask me no who I'm under
(Don't ask me who I'm under)
Quick to cut a bitch off
Give a fuck bout what we coulda been
Ion like to go to shows
But if them prices good I'm in
I done stood my ten in situations
Niggas woulda ran
So hell naw Ian like em
Plenty shots up in these weapons
What the fuck I look like fightin
That don't mean I can't
Cause best believe this right hook come like lightning
But this choppa come like thunder
Big 4 gang bitch I'm the face
So don't ask me no who I'm under
We don't do no status
Big ahh AR everywhere I go
Know I can't do no lackin
Get up & go get it gang
My niggas we don't do no askin
Whole gang fresh from head to toe
Them bitches say we do the fashion
He post every dollar that he touch
Know that boy new to racks and
New to backends
Boujie bitch I blew ha back in
Fuck ha once no double backin
Get the head then send her packin
Lil bro said he got the pack in
Tell em to break it and flip it
That shit ain't no shake
So it come wit a ticket
That shit not a diss
He ain't bein specific
And I just rap what I'm living
I don't cap to make shit sound good
My life really that
These niggas fakin just to sound hood
Lil bro keep a drac
So if he jinx he always round wood
2nd grade I was bad as hell
Momma whooped me in Grahamwood
I needed that
She my og play wit her
Watch how I push yo speaker back
If we put that nigga out the gang
Then we don't need em back
And I'm hot like cocaine in the 80's
Where yo needle at
Bitch I rep the 4 so you can
Find me where my people at
They say all my verses blessed
So find me where the preacher at
My niggas ain't got no faces
Find me where them creatures at
Take that broke shit over there
Cause this ain't where them leeches at
Aye
Cause I said this ain't where them leeches at
Uh, Ian no lover man
Quick to cut a bitch off
Give a fuck bout what we coulda been
Ion like to go to shows
But if them prices good I'm in
I done stood my ten in situations
Niggas woulda ran
So hell naw Ian like em
Plenty shots up in these weapons
What the fuck I look like fightin
That don't mean I can't
Cause best believe this right hook come like lightning
But this choppa come like thunder
Big 4 gang bitch I'm the face
So don't ask me no who I'm under
(Don't ask me who I'm under)
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Writer(s): Bruce Walker Jr.
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