Loving The Crew

[Intro: Dee Billz & The Weeknd]
Why? Cause they lovin' the crew
They lovin' the crew
They lovin' the crew
Oh they lovin' the crew
They really lovin' the crew though
Oh they lovin' the crew
They lovin' the crew
Like, grrah-grrah
They lovin' the crew
They lovin' the crew
Like, like grrah-grrah
Hey, grrah-grrah
Damn, grrah-grrah

[Chorus]
Want a car but I'm spinnin' and spinnin'
Take me to the opps side, let's get em
Bet if we throw a shot, he gon' fetch em, like
Smith em wit' the Wesson
All this pain a nigga been feelin', like
Everybody get it
Said this pain, everybody feel it, like
Hit it then I'm dippin'
Love nobody, heart get colder
Off drugs, I ain't never sober, like
Click it till it's over
Wanna cuff and I don't even know her
Fuck it, no homie can never get next to me
Can't speak if you don't got a check for me
Forever Gucci, you don't gotta check on me
I'ma up it and blow like a referee, like

[Verse]
Said she love me, I can't say it back
I'm too busy I been in the trap
Let us outside man it's deeper than rap, like
If they catch me it's you over straps
I tote Bonnie and she totin' Clyde
When she ridin' she lettin' it fly
I swish whoever, everybody die
Long live mine and it's still free the guys
Pops told me to focus up but my focus up
So I walk wit' a gun tucked
In my feelins I roll it up
I'ma smoke it up
Cause I ain't tryna talk it up
But who really here for me?
Dug nice and nobody there for me, like
So who really there for me?
I was down on my ass they ain't care for me, like
Now they love me they sayin' they proud
Suck dick boy you wasn't around
This year, man I'm takin' the crown
If he run up then I'm layin' em down
On your court, gotta stay on your pivot
Cops on our ass then brodie gotta dig it
If he run up brodie gotta click it
And we too shiner, brodie never snitchin'
Get griddy outside, play for keeps
Don't get clapped for thinkin' shit sweet
He got lined for layin' in them sheets
Told him she love em, now he lay deceased
(Gang)
(Like, now he lay deceased)
(Damn, like, now he lay deceased)

[Chorus]
Want a car but I'm spinnin' and spinnin'
Take me to the opps side, let's get em
Bet if we throw a shot, he gon' fetch em, like
Smith em wit' the Wesson
All this pain a nigga been feelin', like
Everybody get it
Said this pain, everybody feel it, like
Hit it then I'm dippin'
Love nobody, heart get colder
Off drugs, I ain't never sober, like
Click it till it's over
Wanna cuff and I don't even know her
Fuck it, no homie can never get next to me
Can't speak if you don't got a check for me
Forever Gucci, you don't gotta check on me
I'ma up it and blow like a referee like, damn

[Outro: Dee Billz & The Weeknd]
(Woah, cause they lovin' the crew)
(They lovin' the crew)
(They lovin' the crew)
(Oh they lovin' the crew)
(Oh they lovin' the crew)
(They lovin' the crew)
(They lovin' the crew)
(They lovin' the crew)