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TreyGlockks
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You just can't love me, or love me not, yeah
You can't love me, or love me not, yeah
You can't love me, or love me not, yeah
Why you talkin' to me? Why you talkin' to me
If it's not love
I sold him a gun, but that bitch didn't shoot
When I get mad, I'ma tear out the roof
Can't say **** told, I should show him the proof
And I'm sittin' in the water, I ain't drinkin' no juice
Spray all my guys with a bite in the cell
With a three on the spot and a knife in the shelf
Sprayin' the sheets when I'm pipin
When I order, I ain't waitin' for no ho
Got my dick in a mouth
I told her, you can't love me
When I shoot this grill to where I told her
You can't fuck me, I've been chasin' dollar bills
Bro, he told me, stay up on my gun
I'm D.R. in that field
I bought the baddest bitches
And the baddest places on the crib
He ain't with them, I don't got no pics
I'm tryna spend through that bitch with a switch
**** do beef over business and shit
I swear, I've been itchin' to catch me a Vick
I've been tryna collide, life's hard to provide
**** really ain't game, never come on the side
I'm really bangin' on shit like I'm Jive
But you better beware that you hop in this ride
We up top, them **** know where we at
Got my feet on the line, I'm somewhere on the map
We get up close, tryna hit doors
Get with a run and a duck on a trip
And he crack, you know I never let go
Tight on my strap, got this bitch on my lap
When I ride in this act, uh-huh
Know that we leavin' shit flat for that bag
And don't hesitate, shit, I'm a star, uh-huh
I said, come on, I know I gotta tap in
All up in traffic, we havin' shit on our own
Pull up on us and get trappin
Only one tappin', shit gettin' left on the floor
I ain't cryin' whenever it's beef, I slide
I ain't tryna whenever we be high-fivin
Got him walkin' the door, he got hate in his mind
Boom, boom, bop, his family cryin
I ain't never been a hoover
I'm tryna push it in the rim
And I got problems, I got deal with
So emotions come with them
You better choose inside them
Stay there, cause we ain't fuckin' with them
You know this shit gon' hurt they souls
When this shit come out in the end
**** must've dropped they nuts for real
When they start playin' with us
They know we causin' hell around this bitch
They better add us up
Oh, you can hear that bullshit
If you want, man, I can't hear enough
They know how we gon' give it up
And I ain't gotta say too much
Uh, I fuck that he loved, I ducked, I ain't wanna
Grind the course, I shine in summer
Slime the motherfuckers, pull what I wanna
He stole from the gang, bang, bang, bought your bra
I just take it to trial, ain't takin' no numbers
Free in the car, lay the pot like a plumber
Ain't have a gun when he die, that's a bomb
My baby too, I fully put **** on it
I ain't goin' to clubs, I got me a glizzy
No kiddies, the 40, that bitch on the 50
I whip that bitch out when I come, when I titty
She pretty, she eat the dick out, no pity
Them **** be latin and cappin
They die on the bat, and they don't even mention they rattin
I'm scared, just die to a fan, cause mama a savage
She told me, don't speak, and what happened
Why **** keep snitchin'
Why them **** keep spendin' and missin'
Why them **** don't ban their trenches
Just listen, just listen
A3 Roy was thuggin' with me
Threw the gun and we went, got another switch
And I'm the wild one, I blow, no who comin' with me
In the cell, mad as shit, why the fuck he ditch me
**** fell in his face when I hooked that J
Had a glock on my hip when they raided my place
I'm just that **** I gotta be
You gon' die by this chain, you ain't robbin' me
Locked with a op, made him write a apology
Bad get out the way, ain't no stoppin' me
Ghost in the grind, cause the police be watchin' me
You ain't gettin' the chain, you ain't sloppin' me
Hop on the track and he beat out Vernon
I'm tryna win, I feel like I deserve it
He think he comin' through Lurton
Spread through this bitch, spread his whip
Get the flip and the timer
All of my ****, they rotten
Can't wait till we out ridin' diamonds
And livin' the finest
We steppin' through this ain't different
It's higher, bitch probably tryna eat me up
Written by: Trey Glockks
