Fell N Luv
[Intro]
Tryna fall in love with music
I'm tryna fall in love with the music
I want a smaller glove like OJ
I just got up and left the hood
I’m tryna fall in love with

[Verse]
I'm tryna fall in love with the music
I want a smaller glove like OJ
Most of my niggas shootin', bitches boostin’
I just got up and left the hood
I had to go and get the mulah one day
You watch me go from noodles to an entree
I put a couple hoochies on a one way
Now I want a couple groupies on the runway
I threw a bunch of doobies in the ashtray
I swoop a couple hooties through the fast lane
I drink a cup of droopy every morning
You smell that marijuana when I yawn
I fly to California every winter
I'm slidin' through Arizona, fuck a warrant
I got a bag of onions in the trunk
And you can't smell the pack aroma in the front
I keep that gas on me like a pump
Nigga play, I'ma smash on him like a bump
Just keep the piece like a motherfuckin' monk
You know I'm on the trees like a motherfuckin' trunk
I got a wrap and bag and seal it up
Got a heat like who wrote it, unconditional
I’m drinkin’ Tropicana while I'm traffickin’ the skunk, yeah yeah yeah yeah
This ain't no propaganda what I rap, it really was
Ask about me, ask about me
I got the chopper on me when I walk up in the club
Let 'em try me, snatch a body
I'm on the swat like a motherfuckin’ bug
You know we just grew up in the hood with the cut
You ain't too tough to get hit with a slug
Niggas shootin' slug, knew what it was
I got some family on the phone, bitch
You can't get fucked if you ain't a foreign bitch
I put that chopper sling on my arm, bitch
Pull up and pop a nigga, cold shit
I ain't tryna hear where you was born
No new niggas, never drawing
Trust 17, the same squad
Day ones since uniform
I put that on the numbers on my arm
Give it a year, my brothers gon' be tourin'
My brother Bobby, he just had a boy
I gotta hustle for my godson
I set it up, [?] had a fund
I do a couple shows at the club
I keep a baby bottle with the cup
I know your baby mama had to come
I'm like a safety goggle with the straps
I keep the latest models in the cut
You gotta pay me 'fore I hit the club
These niggas know that I don't give a fuck
I had to go run that check up
Now it's flooded diamonds from the neck up
Lame niggas don't stress us
And a brave nigga wouldn't test us
I'm the one picked your bitch up
I'll never ever switch up
I don't change even when I dress up
Be that same nigga when the check come
I don't blame niggas when they diss us
But the same niggas better vest up
I keep a chopper on my dresser
Don't you leave your partner on a stretcher
I gotta show 'em why the West up
'Cause the pain, you ain't never felt none
And the rain left flushed, wet up
Everything came, I messed up
At a young age, I stepped up
Jesus piece, I blessed up
Couch weigh-ins used to fuck my neck up
Chains used to fuck my neck up
Real niggas gon' respect us
Gang members, throw your sets up
Every lame nigga, put your bitch up
'Cause the same bitch'll pull her dress up
Young Phil, clean the mess up
I put them things in the pick-up
I pour a four in a big cup
If I get out I'm supposed to be stayin' up
Stephen Curry, your bitch what I'm layin' up
You see dick in the post and you blamin' us
And them killers they come out of every cut
You know my niggas don't give a fuck
I got some bitches to set you up
I call them killers to wet you up
We on that shit, ain't no lettin' up
I told the bitch she ain't rich enough
I told the bitch she should listen up
I know you broke, you can fix it up
I bought a safe and I filled it up
I showed my bros how to live it up
They run up on you, then give it up
We'll stick the whole city up
Got your bitch on my dick, screamin' giddy-up
I found the music and fell in love, yeah yeah
I found the music and fell in love, yeah yeah
I found the music and fell in love, yeah yeah
I found the music and fell in love, yeah yeah
I found the music and fell in love