L's

You don't know

L to the face, knowin' that you lost me kindly

Got your first bad bitch and you moved too slimy

Lost all respect when I got to see your standards

You fuck anybody just so you can feel like a man, huh?

I'm facin' L's, only ones that's mixed with grabba

I'm a Western ting, huh, boy, don't mind her

L to the face, screens that'll feel your damage

L to the face, yeah, we've received your message

Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's

Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta— (L's), uh

Whole lotta L's, baby, hold up an L

Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta—

Hold up an L when I, L when I make it a W

You tell me to go and I, go and I really won't trouble you

Chase the jimmy, if you sleep with my pillow, it really will smother you

If my boy's in a pickle, I help him, that's what a brother do

Think I made all of my labels a million

I need a pretty Brazilian

I got the keys to the city, I'm Killian

Snake in my circle, my friend a reptilian

Season out, I'ma show them what's really in, yeah

Laugh at my pain 'cause the story the silliest

Scary loss I took, it was hideous

Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's

Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta— (L's), uh

Whole lotta L's, baby, hold up an L

Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta—

Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's

Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta—

Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's

Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta—

Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's

Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta—

Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's