True Love

(Uh)
(Hunnid block, Marc)

Yo, it's the Ferrari whipper, Bacardi sipper
The Carti's with the Marni slippers
How I slid out the party with gaudy bitches
Hard to resist, my body different like the Karma Fisker
Y'all all washed, it's a laundry list of you sorry niggas
Carbon copy niggas' pots get twisted, like you're locked in with Robin Givens
After all the diamonds and dinners she claim: It's not givin' (it's not giving)
Everything isn't ice 'cause it glitter, nigga
From hookers to juxters
Had the raw jumpin' like it was sugar fish
My hood bitch'll cook some shit
My good friend's in the bushes with the stick
With some bullets to send, shit'll hit ya
By now, you get the picture
We up, nigga, fuck 'em, we ball

To all my
To all my
To all my
Sleep next to my rifle right next to my Bible
Uh, yeah, ain't no love
(Hunnid block)
Ain't no love unless it's loot and guns
So we goin' up high, it's on, it's up
Shine my light (shine my light)
Bright like my ice, my jeweler nice
To all my
To all my
(Lit, baby)

Shot up the church, murder while you're mournin'
This my third tour, but you ain't heard I'm performin'
Lord, would you please have mercy on us? For the turf, we was warrin'
My fatigues was dirty when I wore 'em
Serve my hood, put up numbers scorin', we comin'
They're running from us like deer from hunters in the forest, uh
It saw its flaws, Phil Drummond won't let us come around his daughters
I'm a dog, I'm more like a young Calvin Broadus
She wag and braud, but y'all some walkers, we aukers
I was slingin' raw when New Yorkers was sportin' British Walkers
Dippin' in Porsches when I jumped off the porch, I was piss poor
Now the Patek Nautilis is the benchmark
Send ya mama if I bent your aunt
Every bitch is not meant to start, I'm only interested in a star
It's by choice I won't bend your arm
All you hear is the engine roar
(Vroom, vroom, vroom)
(This for my—, I'm gone)

Good lookin' folks in here, ain't it?
Old lady back there with a Jheri curl