Highly Loved

[Verse]
See you tryna do the most
I ain even gotta flex for hoes she catch a body get sexual
Tryna make this girl my wife he fuck her once, we done tread life
Thinking like we signed to gucci we walked in, this bitch so icy
I was outside changing paint coming home late, If she ain' know nun she know we straight
I was fuckin' up our dates im sorry
Want the money bag no R
Let a nigga play leave a Whole Lotta Red like Carti
Sound like Coi Leray if ion' get payed I won't be at No More Parties
I learned from the last time, to make that my last time
If Ion see herwith my own eyes, imma think you lyin'
We been tryna leave each other alone think we got so tired
If we could get geeked of the love, baby we'd be so high
Wait she compliment my fit, put that shit on, we so fly
We dont know buddy from a can of paint he dissed and I dont know why
I just wanna see him die

[Verse 2]
I just wanna see him dead
Bitch will scram
She keep asking me bout' love but I want her head
Theres hella switches in they striker, if we get caught we might go fed
Those people made mistakes, but I won't keep repeating what I said
Won't keep repeating what I told you
Niggas slide, thinkin' like they stupid fry they whole whip up like tofu
You know I done been abandoned just like my gun girl let me hold you
Catch that pussy boy outside of town what he doin'? he a bold dude
Waited til' the sun drop, load up them chops, and then we roll through
My youngest ruthless leave a nigga dead body in the fields just like some closed food
I dont know why he dissin' but his big bro got knocked off had to show that dude
Tell me if you happy for real, for no reason you have an attidude
You know I been off them pills girl I dont mean to be rude
Faceshot, nigga got hit in his shit boy couldn't even eat his food
You do shit on purpose, when you know its gon' fuck up my mood
I dont even cry no more, I get mad gon' spin and blow my tool
Bought my mama a house got 'fore ice on my wrist my shit wetter than a pool
I get a nigga' bitch wet
Better ask lil bro bout' granny crib we hit that bitch with a big Tec
Couple drops, Im thinking about spinning niggas ass stop thinking with they dick yet
Fell in love with stolen SRT's told mama ion' want no vette' (No vette)
Hop out fresh as hell
My Pockets on bread just like they tread
I ain't duckin' no rat
Where the f eat a nigga neck
Watch me count while I throw up the set (Gang Shit)