KLuv Lyrics

Fuck your baby daddy, bitch, that lil' nigga ain't shit to me

I was in the feds seen open heads, this shit ain't really beef

You just listenin' to what they said, that shit ain't really grief

Gossipin' like a bitch can get you fissed up like a ceiling leak shark

You can stand on the other side like you don't remember me

Or you get planned on poppin' my top like I was Kennedy

Man, fuck these hoes, I know they around, but they tempted me

Temporary, that's finna leave, you can keep the keys, I need the Cs

Crip gang, that's double Gs, if you knew better, you'll do better

Yeah, we underground, but we worldwide, if you do better, you'll move better

Hit a hood, bitch, on the passcode to the underground like a new step

But we on your neck by them double Gs, them two letters, gang

He a lame hoe, he ain't game though, fuck my baby daddy, fuck my baby daddy, fuck my baby daddy

Let's go, he a lame hoe, he ain't game though, fuck my baby daddy, fuck my baby daddy, fuck my baby daddy

Fuck your baby daddy, bitch, that nigga ain't got shit on me

I should put that shit on, smellin' like this shit on me

I was only tryna show some love, my cousin shit on me

I just want this shit, Taylor made, they put that shit on me

I just wanna know, put these pants on, can I tuck the pipe

You probably wanna know, if it's hands-on, can you duck the right

A lot of niggas spokes, but you better not put your hands on mine

Fuck the mic, I know shit get cold, I tap them with the guys

Slip or slide, probably a seesaw, too much weight on this side

And if I die, promise to our allah, there's nowhere you can hide

I'm sick of flies, I should've been in the vibe in 95

Holding the sauce in 94, fuck us niggas talking for