Llouis

Ay
Tell me all the lies that you been spinnin' finna' come apart (What?)
You know how it goes
Wit' all the bros until we see the sun (Yeah)
I be hackin' at the beat
I'm fuckin' til' I see some blood
He ain't gon' feel shit when we're all done
But he ain't one of us (Huh?)

Told you I been numb so I don't feel it when they fake the love (Nah)
Been with all my niggas making tracks
But they gon' say it sucks (What?)
Showing off her clothes like, I don't care my nigga
Take it off (Ay)
Too much on my my mind for any gyal to come and make a fuss (Grrah)

Leave em' in the dust then wonder why dem' man don't play wit' us (Huh?)
I could kill a different genre, yeah
Just to shake it up (Haha)
Only stunna' in this ride, I tell them niggas take the bus (Go)
We can you ain't got passion, bro
There ain't no fake in us (Go)

I keep poison on my side, toxic, ain't no snakin' us (Yeah)
'What's been on your mind?' Profit, man, you ain't relate to us (Ha)
I leave so many man behind and tell them niggas rake it up (Yeah)
They been sleeping on my dargs so we gon' bark and wake em' up (Ay)

Yeah, these niggas wanna' count today? (Yeah)
Dargs in the planet, barkin' loud, give you a migraine
Locked up on 2Numb
Ain't fuckin' us (Yeah)
It's a big rap, big dub
Now watchu' sayin' now?
Ion' feel dem', kill them
Always being nice, bro (Always being nice, bruh)
Always be on time, bro (Always be on time, bruh)
But sayin' that you know I'm wan' go home (Yeah, you know I'm wan' go home)

Yeah, I'm fuckin' shit up (Fuckin' shit up)
Different typa' nigga, walk around, make em' sit up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Different typa' trigger, shootin' rounds, know I'm fed up
Different typa' shoota', leave your name and your bitch ripped up
You know your gang is ripped up
You know my gang is clicked up (Click, click, click)
We seeing red, know you dead, put em' to bed, yuh (Yuh, yuh)
We seeing feds, know you rat, put em' to rest, yuh
I got a tag on your ho', bitch
Yeah I got a bag on your ho', bitch (Ay, yeah)

T-Tell me all the lies that you been spinnin' finna' come apart (What?)
You know how it goes
Wit' all the bros until we see the sun (Yeah)
I be hackin' at the beat
I'm fuckin' til' I see some blood
He ain't gon' feel shit when we're all done
But he ain't one of us (Huh?)

Told you I been numb so I don't feel it when they fake the love (Nah)
Been with all my niggas making tracks
But they gon' say it sucks (What?)
Showing off her clothes like, I don't care my nigga
Take it off (Ay)
Too much on my my mind for any gyal to come and make a fuss (Grrah)