Luv A

Uh-uh, uh-uh
Fuck with niggas that be-
A-L-E-Z-A

I love a nigga with them bands, shit be wettin' up my pants
I want money, not romance, I rock solo, don't do friends
Uh, fuck them bitches (I don't fuck with bitches)
But you might catch me with some bitches that be cute as fuck and long inches
That be bad as hell and real pretty

Mmm, uh, I fuck with niggas that tote switches (Glock)
I stay posted in the trenches (the block)
Better not play, gon' get left drenched (drenched)
Mmm, gon' fuck with him and say I didn't (I didn't)
Don't like people in my business
Ayy, why these bitches in my business?
Uh, look, ayy, why you clowns be in my business? (Ayy, why you do that?)
Keep your nigga out my mentions (huh), he bein' too thirsty (thirsty)
Tryna slurp on me like I'm a Quench, uh
He gon' fuck with me, you, you and swear to God he didn't, ayy
Sis, get your feelings 'bout these niggas and just keep it pimpin'
Bitches be some simps about these niggas, y'all gon' learn to listen (y'all gon' learn to listen)
He gon' do you in and when you check him, he gon' say you trippin' (say you trippin')
They for everybody, I ain't tweakin' out or doin' no bitchin'
I ain't finna argue 'bout a nigga that's in my ass lickin'
And I don't got no point to prove to no ho, 'cause I know he trickin' (know he trickin')
We be state-to-state together, he be havin' you out in Memphis (ha)
I told you he wasn't shit, and if I said that, then you should've listened (should've listened, uh)

I love a nigga with them bands, shit be wettin' up my pants
I want money, not romance, I rock solo, don't do friends
Uh, fuck them bitches (I don't fuck with bitches)
But you might catch me with some bitches that be cute as fuck and long inches
That be bad as hell and real pretty (pretty)

Glock
The block
Drenched