What Love (feat. Calboy)

Fresh off the lot, I painted it black I gave her my heart, I'm takin' it back This Yves Saint Laurent, I gave 'em some racks He not my dawg, so stay where you at I spend it all and I'm makin' it back I wanna ball, Kobe and Shaq She think I'm a dog, I call her a cat Fuck what you call 'em, I call 'em a rat It ain't too much they can say When you pull up on 'em and the doors suicidal If I got some racks, my bro got some racks Lil' bitch, I put that on the Bible Ho, get the fuck out the way She blockin' vision 'cause she mad and she spiteful Yo, get the fuck out the way That's what I'm sayin' when I'm passin' my idols Vision was hella specific Rеspect your position Sit back and collect the commission I bеt that you didn't I get why you mad 'Cause we travelin' like we done stepped off the pivot Fuck it, the thotties invited The ones who ain't got it invited, except for you niggas Hop in the Audi, we outtie But you not allowed in the party, it's hella you niggas Killin' the vibe with the negative energy Knew I was hot and they tried to belittle Counted me out and they kinda offended me Smokin' this dope while I plot on my enemies Bitch, I'm from Cali, the plug up the street I done been hurt by some people that's kin to me Stood on that block and they tried to get rid of me I got some money and shit started hittin' me I see greatness, I look in the mirror I see hatred, I look at 'em clear And I fucked up with a down bitch Got these other bitches actin' weird I was fucked up, I was drownin' Know a couple niggas that didn't hear it What love? What love? Fresh off the lot, I painted it black I gave her my heart, I'm takin' it back This Yves Saint Laurent, I gave 'em some racks No, he not my dawg, so stay where you at I spend it all, I'm makin' it back I wanna ball, Kobe and Shaq She think I'm a dog, I call her a cat Fuck what you call 'em, I call 'em a rat It ain't too much they can say When you pull up on 'em and the doors suicidal If I got some racks, my bro got some racks Lil' bitch, I put that on the Bible Ho, get the fuck out the way You blockin' vision 'cause you mad and you spiteful Yo, get the fuck out the way That's what I'm sayin' when I'm passin' my idols Bitch, I'm the realest, it's rare, I know Niggas be industry, weird, I know And we leave that shit in the streets, yeah, I blow Where the fuck is my enemies? Dead, I hope Shawty say that she feelin' me, yeah, right, ho She just gon' fuck 'cause this bread right, though Ayy, lil' nigga, don't try us, you can die, bro And I'm still on that block that your mans died on Ayy, and I'm from the 'Raq, where it go down Used to be my bitch, I let her go, she a ho now Baby, we get lit up like a hoedown Want me showin' love, sorry, baby, I don't know how Used to have a heart, but it's cold out We gon' pull up on his block, it's a blowout And he really knew what I was 'bout He ain't watch his mouth, know a nigga got blowed down Brodie pop out, he like, "Hello" He tote a glizzy, it came with a shovel, whoa Said he want smoke, hope he dance with the devil He said it's up, then it's stuck like a ghetto Can't get caught at that light, keep my foot on the pedal We can rock out 'cause I keep heavy metal Nothin', now I got some money to stand on That shit came with a thottie, she shake it like Jell-O Fresh off the lot, I painted it black I gave her my heart, I'm takin' it back This Yves Saint Laurent, I gave them some racks No, he not my dawg, so stay where you at I spend it all, I'm makin' it back I wanna ball, Kobe and Shaq She think I'm a dog, I call her a cat Fuck what you call 'em, I call 'em a rat It ain't too much they can say When you pull up on 'em and the doors suicidal If I got some racks, my bro got some racks Lil' bitch, I put that on the Bible Ho, get the fuck out the way You blockin' vision 'cause you mad and you spiteful Yo, get the fuck out the way That's what I'm sayin' when I'm passin' my idols