I Don't ft. OSF T3 Lyrics

I don't make Luv

I just make bread

I don't chase hoes

I just chase bag

Boy say he want smoke

He a fuckin fed

I don't make Luv

I just make bread

I don't chase hoes

I just chase bag

Boy say he want smoke

He a fucking fed

I know his ass is fed

I see blue and red

Up and down the street

Know his ass is dead

Call em 2K

He be lagging

Pray I don't catch his ass lacking

Seen you on the block

Now you slacking

Aye what's cracking

Yo ass ratchet

Spitting fire in the booth

Like a fucking dragon

Spitting fire off the choppa

Yea it's fucking habits

Yea I'm wreaking havoc

Yea yea

Know his ass is plastic

Marching ratchet

Ballin hard say he want smoke

I ain't o mavericks

Yea yea

Yeah yuh ohh

I don't make Luv

I just make bread

I don't chase hoes

I just chase bag

Boy say he want smoke

He a fuckin fed

He a fucking fag

I don't make Luv

I just make bread

I don't chase hoes

I just chase bag

Boy say he want smoke

He a fuckin fed

Ohh

Giving my love to bitches

The only thing that I regret

It ain't no issue wit yo nigga

Cuz he to internet

She know she my side hoe

I'm knowing that she feeling that

Can we fuck in the moonlight

Relationships ain't wit all that

She a fein for the d

She want me in-between

30 minutes to a hour

First ten I made her creme

Shawty know she bad

I had her screaming now her mama mad

Gimme throat got me gone

Call my phone I ain't calling back

Just know ain't no love for these hoes

Shout out to my bro

That's slime Fashoo

If you wanna move on jus lemme know

Can we jus get high smoke sky

And get gone

Ohhh she asking in what is we

I shoulder shrug

These bitches waisted all my time

So I ain't showing love

And long live Peso K happy to my Thug

And it ain't no need in me lying

I could give a fuck about your feelings

So don't call me crying

And I will never call

So stop trying

And she told me she was done

So we're finding

I'm moving in silence My heart'll keep dying

Yea