I Get Luv

Great John on the beat, by the way

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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