Less Loved Nettspend (Ft. Hooligan Lou)

[Intro]
I still don't feel the way-, I still don't feel the way-
[?], [?]
[?]

[Verse 1: Nettspend]
Yeah, he chatting on the net, when you talking down on Nett
In that fast car, fucking up a check
All my brothers in this bitch, when we jumping out a jet
My brother drunk as fuck, told him he can't drive this
And I'm off 2 perc pills, I can drive the Benz
New York City, me and Polo off a [?]
All my brothers, all my brothers, all my brothers, all my brothers
In that fast car, fucking up a check
I can't take you 'round my area, 'cause I'm really fucking stressed
All these bad bitches always tryna flex
Tryna flex, [?], but I'm only tryna flex
But I'm only tryna flex, and I'm only tryna flex
[?], [?] I'm tryna flex, [?]
Yeah, you talk around my back, [?]
Roll that 3.5, in thе benz, now we high
Shoutout 3500, witch gang in the cut

[Verse 2: Hooligan Lou]
I still don't feel thе way that I once did
Can’t help but wonder if I’m haunted
I mean I’ve tried everything besides saying I loved her
Talk down on [?] you’ll end up in a lake
And where you’re at they’ll ponder