I Get Luv

Great John on the beat, by the way So they fuck with it I get love in my city, I know them niggas hate All black when I'm getting busy, just pray I beat the case Fall back, no, you wasn't with me, I wasn't getting paid Ran up them hunnids and fifties, tryna blow a bag a day Them niggas stealing my style, can't take my swag away That choppa blowin' him down if he get in my way Got locked up, I held it down and kept my niggas safe I put that Glock on that clown, you should've seen his face Look, I know the difference I could be goofy or be militant That choppa knockin' off his ligaments I'm bout' to shit again I'm tryna count me up a hunnid band My shooters hoppin' out of sprinter vans Free Caesar out the can No, he don't do it for no Instagram My niggas truer than that Buddha man (Free Caesar out the can, no he don't do it for no, mmm) (My niggas truer than that Buddha man) They fell in love with it, so they fuck with it Die 'bout this money if you want nigga, come get it And you get shot up with them niggas, and we ain't missin' And you be treeshin' lil' bitch, so we ain't kissin' Look, money long, stand tall like it's Blake Griffin Put my niggas on in this song, we gon' make chicken (Money long, stand tall like it's Blake Griffin) (Put my niggas on in this song, we gon' make chicken) I get love in my city, I know them niggas hate All black when I'm getting busy, just pray I beat the case Fall back, no, you wasn't with me, I wasn't getting paid Ran up them hunnids and fifties, tryna blow a bag a day (Ran up them hunnids and fifties, tryna blow a bag a day) (Ran up them hunnids and fifties, tryna blow a bag a day) (Huh, tryna blow a bag a day) (Ran up them hunnids and fifties, tryna blow a bag a day) Stop it right there