Fell In Luv ft. MarcoMoney Lyrics

Bryce Did It Again Aye

Uh

Fuck I fell in love with the streets (Aye)

But fuck that my young nigga fell in love with beef (Uh)

She fell in love with that nigga from the G, yeah that's me

Run down nigga and fuck it up heat

And I don't know that nigga grizzly, but ill put him on a tee

And yeah I'm trying to start a business but I'll up my gleek

A nigga started getting dizzy with all the turnaround with p's

And imma keep on getting busy til all the opps get deceased

And imma keep on getting busy til all these niggas know it's me

Cause I'm different, and all that rap friend shit yeah I ain't wit it

I want my backend, and I want to go get signed for that ticket

They told keep on rapping and from the jump, I ain't listen (Uh)

And I already know that I'm that one one

And girlie face on the way, and next I'm finna have a son son

When I sign for some pape, (Yeah) there better be no fake love

Nigga keep on playing games and imma make these niggas hate dub

And fuck I'm getting tired of these fake thugs

This nigga acting like he know God, like he can take slugs

I love weed, I ain't got lie my brother drank mud

Yeah that my fe' the bad one, with the fake butt

BBL's and CPL's she got (Uh)

She the one that went inside the store and bought my rocket

And they don't got enough money to be getting out of pocket

And I'll call MarcoMoney just to get this shit knockin (Nigga)

I don't really do no features, I ain't keeping up

When it comes to spitting bars and going hard it's just me and dub

Every time Bryce sends a beat, we just eat it up

I got my hands in my pants on my gleek when I leave the club

I'm just tryna go get some blues with my cuz

I'm like fuck I'll make a nigga bleed bout my blood

Tell me what it is, tell me what it was

I know all that shit fake, so I don't really need no love

Imma keep it real all that shit cap

My bitch, she went n got her CPL she finna buy my strap

Imma keep it real all that shit whack

Them niggas need to go and hang it up, like why they tryna rap?

Imma get it popping from Seattle to the Tac

Nigga in my DM's say I do a song with dub I gotta watch my back

I know what's coming with this shit so I'm not gon lack

But I ain't even into politics, I'm just tryna stack

They know it's a banger every time it's me and Bryce

They be thinking I got anger issues, I can play it nice

Kill the rats, kill the mice, roll the dice on your life

I'm in the party with a knife cause I can't get in with the pipe (Sike)

You gotta know if I can't bring the blick I ain't going in

Yeah you got some chicken but you corny, call you cornish hen

Fighting with my bitch, like "here we go again"

But I know she can't resist, I lick my lips and get the throat again

You better go and lock that backdoor, these niggas smoking friends

I'm out of my mind it's time to focus in

I'm running out of time, I gotta grind, go and get them bands

I don't care about myself, I gotta put on for the fam

I'm just tryna go get some blues with my cuz

I'm like fuck I'll make a nigga bleed bout my blood

Tell me what it is, tell me what it was

All that shit fake, so I don't really need no love

Imma keep it real all that shit cap

My bitch, she went n got her CPL she finna buy my strap

Imma keep it real all that shit whack

Them niggas need to go and hang it up, like why they tryna rap?