[Pre-Chorus] I love you more than anything I love you more than anything
[Chorus] Like look We ain't Bonnie and Clyde (At all) But like Bonnie, you know I'ma ride (Yeah, yeah) Seein' right through my soul when you stare in my eyes If niggas wanna play, hope they ready to die like (Grr) I really love your vibe Let's go out, let me tote on your .9 And just keep it a buck, don't be tellin' me lies If the opps actin' tough, send 'em higher than high like (On bro) Fuck with me, I could show you in different (Like)
[Verse 1] You ain't happy, fuckin' with these bitches (At all) None of these bitches ain't ready to ride I'm the first one to glide, don't ever get it twisted (Like, like) Love shit, got a bad bitch trippin' (On bro) Hate bein' sober now in used to sippin' (Like, what?) He like crazy 'til I get to glitchin' Got one time to fumble, no, I won't forgive him We can be bigger and better than bitches and niggas together, you just wanna play (Real shit) He know I'm litter and wetter, if I try to leave than that nigga gon' beg me to stay (Like, what?) I cannot fuck with a nigga who front like the realest and still try to lie in my face If that nigga try frontin' on me, he look dumber than bitches that thought they was takin' my place (You dumb?) Who he gon' call when this shit getting real? (Like) Who he gon' call when he ready to drill? (Like) Who he gon' call when he ready to kill or them boys bein' heavy on him in the field? (Like, really) And I don't give a fuck bout a spot 'cause when shit gettin' lit, who gon pass 'em the Glock? (Like me) If the opps in the spot, who gon give 'em the drop like? Like behind him, who makin' it hot (Grrah, grrah) Like ('Cause I know that you bitches are not)
[Pre-Chorus] I love you more Oh, I love you more Top two and I'm not two, bitch
[Chorus] Like look We ain't Bonnie and Clyde But like Bonnie, you know I'ma ride (Slide) Seein' right through my soul when you stare in my eyes If niggas wanna play, hope they ready to die like (Grrah) I really love your vibe Let's go out, let me tote on your .9 (Like, like) And just keep it a buck, don't be tellin' me lies If the opps actin' tough, send 'em higher than high like (On bro) Fuck with me, I could show you in different (Like)
[Verse 2] Like what he know my body, he like that I'm tough (He do) Bet he won't cheat 'cause he know that it's up If I catch 'em together, they both better duck (Grrah, grrah) With my nigga, I still keep it tucked And I love when he drivin' and totin' his gun (Like) Takin' risks, jackin' forever us, if my man catch a M then we both on the run (On gang) Fuck it then I'm goin' out with my slime (Like, what?) P-I-C like my partner in crime (Like) All black, it is not a disguise And we stay in all black 'cause we stay on that time (Like, like) He could brag 'cause his bitch is a dime And he know that them bitches is whack (On bro) Turnin' him on when I geek with the strap and I ain't fuckin' with em if he ain't attached, no cap Better than any lil' bitch that he had (Like) They see me with 'em now bitches is mad (He know) Stayin' close when we walk on the ave If the opps try to blitz got the grip in the bag We stay lit off the liquor the gas (Grrah) Watch me shake it while he throwin' cash (Grrah) If we break up so be it but I hope we last I'ma ride with no wheels, I just hope we don't crash
[Chorus] We ain't Bonnie and Clyde But like Bonnie, you know I'ma ride (Slide) Seein' right through my soul when you stare in my eyes If niggas wanna play, hope they ready to die like (Like, like) I really love your vibe Let's go out, let me tote on your .9 And just keep it a buck, don't be tellin' me lies (Grrah, grrah) If the opps actin' tough, send 'em higher than high like (Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom)
[Outro] I love you more I love you moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
