Soldier Love

[Intro: Robin S.- "Show Me Love"]
Baby, if you want me
You've got to show me love
Words are so easy to say, alright?
You've got to show me love
Baby, if you want me
You've got to show me love
Words are so easy to say, alright?
You've got to show me love
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh

[Verse 1: 952 Raq]
Roll the wood up for all the bros
Main lil' hoe trippin' 'bout these bitches, man, I don't even call them hoes
Did all that and I ain't even fuck, man, I should've fucked all them hoes
Wherever I'm at, I'ma work my blick, bеt I ain't gotta call the bros (Uh)
Yeah, this perky got mе nauseous
Drink cough syrup but I been coughin'
Lot of you niggas be too internet, pop out, I don't do no talkin'
Yeah, I'm small, got a .45 with a switch, get his ass up off me
Young nigga shit, first shootout in the neigh', I was lightin' shit up on Lawson
Shoot his bitch ass right in the head, nigga, put the phone down, bitch, who you callin'?
And I ain't gotta say no names but the last nigga played, got put right in the coffin
Fuck, and I ain't gotta drop no dot, they know what's up
And blood been shed up over this shit so nigga, they know it's stuck

[Chorus: 952 Raq]
Baby, if you want me, you got to show me love
Been through a lot of shit but I keep goin' 'cause I'm a thug
Bitch, they killed my potna, I don't want no love bitch, I want blood
Havin' dreams since I was a kid, I'd put a milli' in my tub

[Verse 2: 952 Raq]
All these bitch ass niggas keep sendin' shots, nigga just mad 'cause I hit that top
I ain't never changed, this how I came, I'm the same ol' young nigga from that block
What you gon' do when we come, better not even think to run 'cause we got you boxed
I don't even play when it come to that pape', if you do, make his bitch ass check that clock
If you want me, you got to show me love
Promise to me, if I break yo' heart, you'll never try to hold a grudge
I be going through shit, I don't even want to fuck, just give me a shoulder rub
She say she ain't never hada nigga this thug, I give her that soldier love
A nigga can't never say we ain't outside on the block, we posted up
A nigga got popped but ain't come outside, man, these niggas went ghost or what?
Lil' Quin ain't gotta fight back for shit, get your fat ass roasted up
You bitch ass niggas ain't killed my brother so what you postin' for?
Big ass Glock, fat shit
If you want some weed, we tax shit
What the fuck wrong with his brain, he mention my name, he know we clap shit
I ain't even gotta shoot, half of y'all bitch ass niggas, I come through, slap shit
Free lil' twin up out that pound, you know we vouching