Luh You Not

[Intro]
Illa on the track

[Chorus]
Love you, not
Trust you, not
Love you, not
Trust you, not

[Verse]
I be really on my own, Trapping hard on my own
Trap hard, flip phone, going trough it on my own
New money, old clothes, Blue hunnids, bank rolls
Street money, bank rolls, R.I.P. (Ben who?)
Diamonds they all on my neck, had to go run me a cheque
(?), no hickeys, no neck
That make my baby upset
Bitch, I be sipping on tek
Had to go flex on my ex
Had to go flex on my ex
Had to go run me a cheque
She want me, 'cause I'm the man
Can't love you, I just love them bands
(My cellular?) works by the gram
They see me all over the gram
Flexing all up on the gram
Smoking OG all my eyes like Japan
Where was you when I was up in the jam
Where was you when was back getting ham
Now im texting n*gga (?) uncle Sam
Get yo girlfriend 'cause she look like a fan
I'm a big dawg and you look like an ass
I can't love you
I'm in love with the bands, yeah

[Outro Chorus]
Love you, not
Trust you, not
Love you, not
Trust you, not