Whats Luv ft. Almighty Trill Lyrics

Ooh Steve-O did this one

Big Trill in this bitch check my ice kit

Both wrist buss down they don't like this

30 shots at your top if you try shit

30 racks on my wrist I can buy a brick

When it's war in the streets we get cashing sticks

Thick bitch cute face I'ma cash the tits

Lamb truck Rolls Royce when we shop at Fifth

20 stuffed all-blues just for buying drip

Call the doctor need a script sent me to the Pharm'

All my friends dead Carti Skelly on my arm

Cuban link buffs whiter than a porcelain sink

Living fast fast lane in my SRT

When I look in the mirror I see my bros in me

One fall we all fall so they rose with me

Half a million on this jewelry cause they froze with me

Only heart I got is chrome so my pole with me

Whats luv?

(Got to do got to do with it) Whats luv?

(It's about us its about trust) Whats luv?

(Got to do got to do with it)

Whats luv?

(It should be about us it should be about trust)

They ain't believe how we living til we started trippin'

Takin' risks living lavish hit your city in the latest fashion

Mob meals with the gang plottin' on some billions

Locked in with my slats one call they gon' press the issue

M8 drop the roof damn where go to ceiling

Can't love a bitch chrome hearts to address the issue

Daytona high-speed chase Police gon' have to get a Demon

Big chop I'ma tell you what this shit is

Yeah lil' nigga yeah we got that shit in

Lil' niggas broke as hell what you been on

Big chop in this bitch I got ten phones

Daytona burnin' out in the parking lot

AR when I ride with a big knot

Put a scope on that bitch if he talking

Zoom in on his face while he walkin'

(Let's go)

Whats luv?

(Got to do got to do with it) Whats luv?

(It's about us its about trust) Whats luv?

(Got to do got to do with it) Whats luv?

(It should be about us it should be about trust)

Red charger red seats hit the dash then stab it

(Scrilla)

41 cost 30 you can see it flashing

Throwing 100s in the club you the type to grab it

Walked in too many guns I can't even stash em

It's one in my bag two in my pants

Nigga I don't even got that many hands

I only got my brothers we all tied in

Long live my brother it's tatted on my right hand

Big plates mob meals we at Ruth Chris

Mixing Ksubi with the Louis thousand dollar kicks

This ain't a normal gun it shoot blue tips

I love the Purple or the Amiri cause it got the rips

It's a movie every time the gang out of town

I pop a perc drink anejo just to wash it down

If you ain't felt no pain with us you can't come around

They used to love when I was broke but they hate me now

(No kizzy)

Whats luv?

(Got to do got to do with it)

Whats luv?

(It's about us its about trust)

Whats luv?

(Got to do got to do with it)

Whats luv?

(It should be about us it should be about trust)