If Love Was A Person

(Cloudy Beatz)

Uh, uh, how you gon' understand a ****?

How you gon' understand a ****?

How you gon' understand a ****?

That been through what I've been through, you ain't understand a ****, ayy

Shit get real and shit get tough

Uh, shit get real and shit get rough

Ayy, you fuckin' with a dope dealer

Fuckin' with a street ****, fuckin' with a— ayy

If love was a person, I would've shot that bitch dead

Uh, two hands on the gun, run up on it, hit the head

Stomped that bitch out, always fuckin' up my head

Uh, choke that bitch out 'til that motherfucker dead

I'm the type of **** that's gon' put you up on different shit

Don't get in your feelings when you here, I'm with a different bitch

Bae, I'm on my Sauce Walka shit, I love to pimp a bitch

Golden pull up skrrt in that 'Cat, you hear this hemi jig

This bitch look me in my eyes and say she loved a ****

Bae, my life different than them ****, don't you judge a ****

If I leave you in a room with rich ****, would you fuck a ****?

And if crackers send me off and do a bid, would you touch a ****?

I might play around with them hoes but this her dick

I might let you borrow the lil' bitch but this her shit

This lil' bitch'd pull up with the fire on the fuck shit

Bae, bring your pretty ass here, you ain't gon' bust shit

I'ma beat that shit from the back, I'm in your guts, ain't I?

Girl, you look gooder than a bitch, fuck that waist trainer

I don't need no paintbrush, bae, but I'ma really paint you

I just wanna see it from the back, Golden grab your ankles

Golden, he a dog and you knew it from the first day

Your ex-**** lame, he can't see me on my worst day

Golden put the fork in the bowl, made an earthquake

Bae, I might get you a new Rollie on your birthday

If love was a person, I would've shot that bitch dead

Uh, two hands on the gun, run up on it, hit the head

Stomped that bitch out, always fuckin' up my head

Uh, choke that bitch out 'til that motherfucker dead

If love was a person, I would've shot that bitch dead

Uh, two hands on the gun, run up on it, hit the head

Stomped that bitch out, always fuckin' up my head

Uh, choke that bitch out 'til that motherfucker dead

Shit get real and shit get tough

Uh, shit get real, shit get rough

Ayy, you fuckin' with a dope dealer

Fuckin' with a street ****, fuckin' with a— ayy

Shit get real and shit get tough

Uh, shit get real, shit get rough

Ayy, you fuckin' with a dope dealer

Fuckin' with a street ****, fuckin' with a— ayy