[Intro]

Yozora

[Chorus: Skottie Gatts]

Say you love me, like, what that mean though?

Love them blue strips but still take them greenos

I was down, doing bad, I ain't need hope

I just got to it fast like a freak ho, gang

Stay movin' tact, I don't need pole

Know that's a cap, we don't leave those

Tell your man to relax, think he Deebo

25 to his back, call it D. Rose

[Verse 1: Skottie Gatts]

Say you love me like, what's the meaning

Love the blue but the green keep me cheesing

Say I got a little bag, now she treeshing

Got her main nigga mad for no reason, gang

Play with the pack like I'm defense

Skottie breaks down thе sack like he teaching

Only gang, I don't fuck with no leechеs

You ain't gang, get the pass for the weekend (gang)

Say you love me like, tote the strap then

Come in funny and then see what happen

Off the Henny, I'm breaking her back in

When it ain't none funny, I'm laughin, gang

Play disrespect now he past tense

Take his life he got 5 like the Jacksons

If he ain't with his momma, he's jacking

Low eight, I'm gone slide with the madness, gang

Forty, meet your maker

She gone fuck the whole spot, call her Kayla

Now the club taking shots with no chaser

I got love for my Glock with that laser, gang

Came for the top like a tape up

I just play with the box, it don't take much

D and me throwing rocks like we hate stuff

D and me throwing shots at the blazers, gang

I'mma slide, that's for certain

Fenny-G called me to put work in

They was tough 'til they see me in person

From the three, I don't need no rehearsing, gang

Bro popped a bean, now we lurkin'

Pay the fee or catch heat when we swervin'

Put them sharks on the street while you surfin'

On the rolls on the keys got me splurgin', gang

Say you love me like, put this mask on

Couple shots, he got left with his back torn

Niggas don't be the same when that strap drawn

Want your life, but that chain getting snatched up, gang

Really ain't into the back talk

Spin a block, we get hot like the passport

They get tough 'til they get what they ask for

They be good 'til they mom hear the back door, gang _

[Verse 2: MaxThaDemon]

Treat my opps like a bitch, you can't breathe, ho

Spin on Skottie, got knocks at your peephole

30 shots down your block in a Regal

30 more, spin again for the sequel

Why they talkin' that score? We not equal

I can't wait for them Gerbers to meet you

Get you left on the colors, deceive you

Have my brother come up it and leave you

Shooters be lethal

What you need ho?

If you need it, I'm trapping like Migos

I don't got it, I call my Amigos

Little Billy come take it like Deebo

We drop 2 on their block like a free throw

Bullets hot, make him drop from a heat stroke

Yeah, he got it, I got it for cheap though

Need enough for my brothers to eat though

We be trappin' and juggin'

Reaching the city, start pulling and stuff with his body with bullets

On bro, we gon' pull it

Run up the trap to the fullest

My plate in the trap be the fullest

I'm bendin' and juggin'

Been had a baccend

Slide had em duckin', he seen the attachment

Millie stop clappin'

None of my movies get acted, went into Hell when there's action

Skottie reactin', another one

Hit his leg, trying to see who you running from

Hit his head so they know where I'm coming from

Hit his chest then I fed him another one

It's wocky, close it up, they can't look at his body

Mommy, I'm sorry, but spinnin' my hobby

Fuck a trapper, still trap in the lobby

Still getting bread, give a fuck if they sign me

In the field, give a fuck if they find me

Anyone move, I got bloody behind me

Have your shooter get turned to a body

Opps in the air make me feel like a zombie

Got me trippin', point a finger, my shorties is blitzin'

With .40s and Smith'n's

When they see him they up it and lift him

Hit up his body and score and they miss him

[Chorus: Skottie Gatts]

Say you love me, like, what that mean though?

Love them blue strips but still take them greenos

I was down, doing bad, I ain't need hope

I just got to it fast like a freak ho, gang

Stay movin' tact, I don't need pole

Know that's a cap, we don't leave those

Tell your man to relax, think he Deebo

25 to his back, call it D. Rose, gang