A.B. Play them keys
What a love for real niggas, what a love for her
I need a mint tea, I don't wanna run
My niggas still keep me, just pray for it
Tryna take these dicks, I go to work with the hoes
* all these hoes, I know they on a mission
So I can't learn no hoe
No matter what they say, niggas stay silent
I can't set my soul
We said it, going through this *, I don't know why
I'm in the truck, you send a text, I can't reply
Ain't for the talking, bitch, we ready to die
Check my nigga, he's a high for a high
And I been smoking on an iPad
My mama said I need to start that
And they been talking about me, they been plotting on me
I don't give a * about that
I'm steady runnin'
I know the beat right
He run up on me, get it whispered
He don't run up on me, he gon' get his head blowed
Don't give a * about these niggas, I know these niggas ain't real
Bitch, I be strapped up with that Draco
And when I hop on these niggas, you better get low as a motherfucker
On that park, I feel low than a motherfucker
I got my he-mama fuckin' mother, bro
All these niggas actin' like they love us
Swear to God, I ain't do nothin' for us
Now we done came up all the money
Them pussy niggas want us down around us
I remember you forgot about us
I remember you ain't never gave a * about us
What a love for real niggas, what a love for her
I need a mint tea, I don't wanna run
My niggas still keep me, just pray for it
Tryna take these dicks, I go to work with the hoes, see
* all these hoes, I know they on a mission
So I can't learn no hoe
No matter what they say, niggas stay silent
I can't sell my soul
We said it, goin' through this *, I don't know why
I'm in a truck, you send a text, I can't reply
Yeah like, no nag, but troubadours ain't use our *
Yeah like, no nag, but troubadours ain't use our *