Give me your love, give me your heart Give me all your love, give me your heart Give me your love, give me your heart Give me all your love, give me your heart I'm good for some millions Still on my Gucci cap, Sosakush And I'm posing among guns Gathering on Glocks, man, Glock collections While they're trying to be some fashion icons They're joking, no big deal, they're crazy I've been your idol, and it's only been a year And I'm still the same as yesterday It doesn't matter how many times I do it tomorrow I hate both, and I'm in love with the same Some youngins, they just want love for money Conflicts, and you know it's too sensitive What do I look like when I speak publicly? All I hear is blah, blah My dad is calling for his mom I don't know if he's got a cold, or if he's got a knife Or if he's got a mouth, but he's a Yala You can twist and turn however you want Because even with my ups and downs, my lyrics are timeless Ignore the fake, and always support the real You feel the energy on your back, easy to feel I'm on Tip Top, white coke In Ziplocs, and short chip chops And I'm still in the studio with a Pip Glock Even though I make videos on TikTok I hate both, and I'm in love with the same Some youngins, they just want love for money Conflicts, and you know it's too sensitive What do I look like when I speak publicly? All I hear is blah, blah My dad is calling for his mom I don't know if he's got a cold, or if he's got a knife Or if he's got a mouth, but he's a Yala Give me your mouth, give me your heart Give me all your love, give me your heart Give me your mouth, give me your heart Give me all your love, give me your heart