Truce Lyrics

Why you say you love me? You don't love me like I do

I be making money, I be sittin' countin' blues

You look like a dummy, if that's your vibe then that's cool

You look hella bummy, bitch yeah that's all you

Fuck you, bitch I sag my trues

I get to the bottom of this shit I got a clue

Making moves, hunnids in the coupe

You was acting tough so why you tryna call a truce?

Bitch I'm at the top I'm counting bands, yeah, fuck you and your friend

Why this lil hoe tryna get with me, go get your mans

Bitch I'm too damn high, up off this gas, no I can't land

Bullets shoot at him yeah they gone make him do a dance

I got the mobsters outside

I got a bad bitch wanna ride

Bullets fly in the sky

Pull up on me and he die

Told my bro go up that fye

Why you-why you gotta lie?

You know that makes me cry

Why you say you love me? You don't love me like I do

I be making money, I be sittin' countin' blues

You look like a dummy, if that's your vibe then that's cool

You look hella bummy, bitch yeah that's all you

Fuck you, bitch I sag my trues

I get to the bottom of this shit I got a clue

Making moves, hunnids in the coupe

You was acting tough so why you tryna call a truce?