[Intro: Lauryn Hill and B-Lovee]
I keep letting you back in (Grah, grah)
How can I explain myself
DJ Swill B!
[Chorus: B Lovee]
And i'm tired of this shit, everybody act like they ridin' and shit
But that shit is all cap they just ridin' my dick
They don't know what to do they ain't poppin the fifth
Two knocks in the V when im slidin'
Caught a opp in the street had to fry him
Ain't no love in the street they be slimin'
They don't love he a tweak he get violent
She get low, then I get to breakin' her back
Imma get low, hollows go straight through his back
Double cup in that spot I just need to relax
And them boys ain't outside but i'm brining a Tec
Like who next?
Smokin' Rah that shit hurting my chest
Couple bars that might cost 'em a check
Don't do cars but I need a Corvette
[Verse 1: B Lovee]
Did the dash, think that he on me
30 blast, get 'em off me
Dirty past, I can't speak about that
If you speakin' on him I'ma tweak about that
Gotta creep with the heat on my lap
Ain't no speakin' on them I'ma tweak on the track
Ain't no kissin' on her I just beat on the cat
Ain't no tweakin on her so he better relax, it get tact'
Brodie creep in the back with the Mac
Where he at? Niggas Cap
Just stop saying that shit in your tracks
Pistols blastin', he get left in the pack just for actin'
Since a jit I was all about action
No kizzy, spot a opp we got fuck up this glizzy
NFL, fell in love with the shooting like Phil
That boy is a chump he don't know how it feel
When your life on the line gotta go for the kill
If I spot me a opp get to blowin' the steel
He talkin' on that, spin his block so he know that it's real
Go too wock when he off of that pill
On two of that wock I don't know how to feel
[Chorus: B Lovee]
A-a-and i'm tired of this shit, everybody act like they ridin' and shit
But that shit is all cap they just ridin' my dick
They don't know what to do they ain't poppin the fifth
Two knocks in the V when im slidin'
Caught a opp in the street had to fry him
Ain't no love in the street they be slimin'
They don't love he a tweak he get violent
She get low, then I get to breakin' her back
Imma get low, hollows go straight through his back
Double cup in that spot I just need to relax
And them boys ain't outside but i'm brining a Tec
Like who next?
Smokin' Rah that shit hurting my chest
Couple bars that might cost 'em a check
Don't do cars but I need a Corvette
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