Intro! (You and I)
Fell in love with the words you say
With the words you say
That's my muhfuckin words too
So let me muhfuckin love you
You
You
You (you)
You (you)
(With the words you say)
You
Love you
Love you (love you)
Love you (love you)
Love you (love)
You
(Love)
You (with the words you say)
You (words you say)
You (lemme muhfuckin love you)
You (you)
You (you)
You (you)
You (you)
You (you)
You
You
Love
...
I jumped out feeling dangerous
Know they can't hang with us
Don't play round with them demons
Tell em Draco said don't play with us
I jumped into that field I'm going apeshit
Ain't no taming us
I think I'm tamed enough
This shit get hot I'm flaming up
Wanna know why I slept with a gun?
Ian do it for fun
Cuz I came from a glock town baby
Ain't tryna sleep
Bouta creep
Tryna find where they sleep
Say blood, where the opps at lately?
I know they been dying boy the glock go crazy
I jump innat field when I need me a payment
I'll slide with that stick or the pump
Get it ready to jump
Turn his head to a crop top, maybe
They trynna say I got PTSD
Hadda get me a bag and then get me some lean
I was 13 walkin' round with a Glock .19
Ian tuckin that shit in my jeans
Fumbled that bag and I ran it back up
And I'm bout to go tell her to bring me a bean
I got a big bankroll with a slim bad bitch
I might put that lil broad in Celine
With the words you say
That's my muhfuckin words too
So let me muhfuckin love you
You
You
You (you)
You (you)
(With the words you say)
You
Love you
Love you (love you)
Love you (love you)
Love you (love)
You
(Love)
You (with the words you say)
You (words you say)
You (lemme muhfuckin love you)
You (you)
You (you)
You (you)
You (you)
You (you)
You
You
Love
...
I jumped out feeling dangerous
Know they can't hang with us
Don't play round with them demons
Tell em Draco said don't play with us
I jumped into that field I'm going apeshit
Ain't no taming us
I think I'm tamed enough
This shit get hot I'm flaming up
Wanna know why I slept with a gun?
Ian do it for fun
Cuz I came from a glock town baby
Ain't tryna sleep
Bouta creep
Tryna find where they sleep
Say blood, where the opps at lately?
I know they been dying boy the glock go crazy
I jump innat field when I need me a payment
I'll slide with that stick or the pump
Get it ready to jump
Turn his head to a crop top, maybe
They trynna say I got PTSD
Hadda get me a bag and then get me some lean
I was 13 walkin' round with a Glock .19
Ian tuckin that shit in my jeans
Fumbled that bag and I ran it back up
And I'm bout to go tell her to bring me a bean
I got a big bankroll with a slim bad bitch
I might put that lil broad in Celine
Credits
Writer(s): Draco Wave
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