[Intro]
(Boy, Kronoz go crazy everytime)
[Chorus: Hotboii]
Tell me where the love
Niggas getting killed where I'm from
You run up on me, that might get you gone
And I don't want no love
I just want the deals on the drugs
But let me get the pack and get it gone
And I don't wanna fuck with it
No trusting and I am down with it
She said you fuck me and you stuck with me
Give me your heart and I'ma run with it
When I was down, you ain't fuck with me
So how you gon' be up with me?
[Verse 1: Hotboii]
Now how you gon' be up with me?
Pullin up beamers and—, yeah
You ain't really fuck with me
When I was down, they looked up with me, ain't no love in me
I told 'em I'ma blow, but they ain't put no trust in it
I fly, you fly, I fuck with it
You lie, you fly, get plugged, nigga
We love sinnin'
We got 'em on they hand
I was on my dick, but now this .30 hanging out my pants
He a bitch, but he'll let it rip, call him juwanna man
I'ma tell you don't look over here, you looking for a man
Sorry, baby, I just can't chill, no, I don't wanna dance
I done drunk up all the Hen' tryna slow the stress
Plug, I done got a feel for the plug
We went and got extensions on our own
Talking 'bout running up
.40 Glock filled up with slugs
You run up, I'ma put it in your dome (Put it in your dome)
(Boy, Kronoz go crazy everytime)
[Chorus: Hotboii]
Tell me where the love
Niggas getting killed where I'm from
You run up on me, that might get you gone
And I don't want no love
I just want the deals on the drugs
But let me get the pack and get it gone
And I don't wanna fuck with it
No trusting and I am down with it
She said you fuck me and you stuck with me
Give me your heart and I'ma run with it
When I was down, you ain't fuck with me
So how you gon' be up with me?
[Verse 1: Hotboii]
Now how you gon' be up with me?
Pullin up beamers and—, yeah
You ain't really fuck with me
When I was down, they looked up with me, ain't no love in me
I told 'em I'ma blow, but they ain't put no trust in it
I fly, you fly, I fuck with it
You lie, you fly, get plugged, nigga
We love sinnin'
We got 'em on they hand
I was on my dick, but now this .30 hanging out my pants
He a bitch, but he'll let it rip, call him juwanna man
I'ma tell you don't look over here, you looking for a man
Sorry, baby, I just can't chill, no, I don't wanna dance
I done drunk up all the Hen' tryna slow the stress
Plug, I done got a feel for the plug
We went and got extensions on our own
Talking 'bout running up
.40 Glock filled up with slugs
You run up, I'ma put it in your dome (Put it in your dome)
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