Lyrics to The Love We Gave
End of the day my Youngin' he'll lend you his K
More than generous
Left him in his whip just him and his Bae
Habanero pepper boy you know we Caliente
Strum the Trombone out the Guitar case let the Violin play
Hundred thousand in slips I love my knot the thin way
Got on all this Designer Drip I feel like Yaki Sensei
Three seconds left on the shot clock, niggas not from this way
Overconfident Imma take the same shot as MJ
Greatest Story Ever Told
We get them blocks Dikembe
18k Gold these niggas rocking 10k
Pour 250 out Virginia but we not from VA
Was gritting out the taco stand, A brick of Nacho Libre
Still trappin' through the wire in the spot with B. Ray
Hear dawg cappin' like he solid but he not no Wee-Bey
What else?
We spin his block and throw that chop on replay, Uh
We catching rec, these niggas catching feelings
We press, quick to spin his [?] like a DJ
Yea, We heavy steppers standing on that business, 227
Empty the clips then hop back on the freeway
Lets get it
My niggas built different, field tripping
Always on that road make you feel distant
Still drifting
Creeping on the come up, Niggas still wishing
One day we gon' make it out the gutter but I'm still gritt
Still sitting in the trap slapping selling weed and pills
Still getting money, still strapped
Nigga reaching, steal
Keep concealed burners in the console of the new [?]
Heard they giving Five for One
He just got popped with Two of these
Who is these niggas in the spig like they big witted
First person, Perpin like they workin'
But I been geekin'
Been lifting pistols in the club, Snuck a big strig in
Put them Teddy Ruxpin's and balloons up with the big ribbons
Compliments of blocks, Drug zoning with them bundles
Out in valley with them bloods they be stoning in the jungles
We spin his block and throw that chop on replay
Uh
We catching rec, these niggas catching feelings
We press, quick to spin his [?] like a DJ
Yea, We heavy steppers standing on that business, 227
Empty them clips then hop back on the freeway
Lets get it
More than generous
Left him in his whip just him and his Bae
Habanero pepper boy you know we Caliente
Strum the Trombone out the Guitar case let the Violin play
Hundred thousand in slips I love my knot the thin way
Got on all this Designer Drip I feel like Yaki Sensei
Three seconds left on the shot clock, niggas not from this way
Overconfident Imma take the same shot as MJ
Greatest Story Ever Told
We get them blocks Dikembe
18k Gold these niggas rocking 10k
Pour 250 out Virginia but we not from VA
Was gritting out the taco stand, A brick of Nacho Libre
Still trappin' through the wire in the spot with B. Ray
Hear dawg cappin' like he solid but he not no Wee-Bey
What else?
We spin his block and throw that chop on replay, Uh
We catching rec, these niggas catching feelings
We press, quick to spin his [?] like a DJ
Yea, We heavy steppers standing on that business, 227
Empty the clips then hop back on the freeway
Lets get it
My niggas built different, field tripping
Always on that road make you feel distant
Still drifting
Creeping on the come up, Niggas still wishing
One day we gon' make it out the gutter but I'm still gritt
Still sitting in the trap slapping selling weed and pills
Still getting money, still strapped
Nigga reaching, steal
Keep concealed burners in the console of the new [?]
Heard they giving Five for One
He just got popped with Two of these
Who is these niggas in the spig like they big witted
First person, Perpin like they workin'
But I been geekin'
Been lifting pistols in the club, Snuck a big strig in
Put them Teddy Ruxpin's and balloons up with the big ribbons
Compliments of blocks, Drug zoning with them bundles
Out in valley with them bloods they be stoning in the jungles
We spin his block and throw that chop on replay
Uh
We catching rec, these niggas catching feelings
We press, quick to spin his [?] like a DJ
Yea, We heavy steppers standing on that business, 227
Empty them clips then hop back on the freeway
Lets get it
