Love Dat

[Intro: Sir Abe]
Damn, it's-
I'm recording in the rain right now, uhm
Yeah
I'on care, the grind don't stop, haha

[Chorus: Sir Abe]
3 AM smoking big gas
Should I wear the Mickie's or the Jay's? I'm a mix-match
He smoke that X, he bought the whole bag
Smoking on that pressure everyday, I need my lungs back
I spit on that pussy when I fuck it and she love that
What the fuck bro? What these niggas on?

[Verse 1: Sir Abe]
I'm invisible, I just know I can't do nothing wrong
And my niggas getting money, yeah, we got it going on
And I'm tryna fuck, shorty let me know what you on
What you want from me?
Nigga I'm a asshole
Spinning, I'm a semi [?] nigga you get backdoored
What you got yo' mag for?
Got a 'lil mag if a nigga wanna act hard

[Verse 2: Malley$hotCupid]
Shawty really hate it when I'm sippin' up the wockhardt
Nigga play with me, he gеt toasted like a Pop-Tart
I see shooting stars in my dream, what that mеan?
Shawty sniffing coke up her nose, she a fiend
In the back smoking dope with the trio
I can't fuck with Leos
Diamonds on my neck, it look like water, call it sea, hoe
And on my neck it's so icy, turn this chain, made her freeze hoe
Now I gotta spin this plug, he give me them drugs, call him, "Chico"
Margiela on my feet, hoe
Huh, blast a nigga if he get up in the way
I'm the best to ever do it, I feel like I'm great
If she ever cheat on me, take her to her grave
I might die, that's a lie, I'm forever straight
Perkies take the pain away, I can't feel a thing

[Verse 3: Sir Abe]
And if she wanna play with me, I don't play no games
Getting dollars, I'ma make the money anyway
Shawty really wanna hit the store, it's a [?] day
Yeah, I'm crushing on that .40, that [?] never end
And I'm tryna be yo' nigga, I ain't tryna be yo' friend
I ain't tryna be yo' homie when my niggas out them blicks
Load them .40's up, point them niggas to his fucking head
Wait, shoot, Prada bae, ain't nothin' new
I ain't tryna fuck along shorty, you can bring 'em too
Shit, two man, I'ma fuck yo' pussy good then fuck yo' best friend
But between me and you, you lowkey be giving best head
Huh, choppa bricks
Sell it for some fucking nics
C.O.B. and [?], my niggas be getting rich
We some misfits
Yeah, I ain't wish shit
It feel like it Christmas
Hit up Santa, told him I got a .40 on my wish list
That bih' really lovin' me and she give the dick a kiss, kiss
If you pull up on me and you shoot, you gon' miss, miss
We got big sticks
Plus my wrist slick
I got all these yellow diamonds like it's Pissmas

[Chorus: Sir Abe]
3 AM smoking big gas
Should I wear the Mickie's or the Jay's? I'm a mix-match
He smoke that X, he bought the whole bag
Smoking on that pressure everyday, I need my lungs back
I spit on that pussy when I fuck it and she love that
What the fuck bro? What these niggas on?

[Outro: Sir Abe]
No I can't do nothing wrong
Mmh-mmh