We love you sinserely

Sin

Take that bitch to ATL

Bitch you broke my heart, my feelings burn inside of hell

"Where you been?" Bitch I been inside my jail cell

Thinking bout' the shit you did to me, and why my feelings stale

Where you been? I been searching, for your love like every since

You had left me, now I'm stuck, now I'm down bad on my dick

I had ran it up didn't have no help, that shit didn't make no sense

I been traumatized behind that gun, like Kobe I don't flinch

I got blood up on my sweater

I got blood up on my Balmain sweater, heart don't get no better

Bitch I love my Glock, but I might just go back out the beretta, spin his block we get him settled

**** chicken talk on live, catch em' in public dropping feathers

And I want chrome heart on my bezel

Spend my money on material, that shit won't make me better

But that shit it made me better

And that shit it made me better

Wish that I could tell her

Riding in a Chevy and it's stolo'

Told that bitch she can't get it, Glock snap a picture like a photo

**** pussy, they won't come and spin with sin bitch I go dolo

Newest Gen, brand new Glock, newest Gen pop out Han Solo

Just wanted love that's all that I wanted

Can't even get the shit, cause everybody feel like the opponent

Bitch it's a love cycle I might crash out and kill everybody else on it