[Intro]
Baby, if you want me
You've got to show me love
Words are so easy to say, alright?
You've got to show me love
Baby, if you want me
You've got to show me love
Words are so easy to say, alright? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You've got to show me love (Yeah)
Uh

[Verse 1]
Roll the 'Wood up for all the bros
Main lil' ho trippin' 'bout these bitches, man, I don't even call them hoes
Did all that and I ain't even fuck, man, I should've fucked all them hoes
Wherever I'm at, I'ma work my blick, bet I ain't gotta call thе bros, uh
Yeah, this Perky got me nausеous
Drink cough syrup, but I ain't been coughin'
Lot of you n***as be too internet, pop out, I don't do no talkin'
Yeah, I'm small, got a 45 with a switch, get his ass up off me
Young n***a shit, first shootout in the neigh', I was lightin' shit up on Lawson
Shoot his bitch ass right in the head, n***a, put the phone down, bitch, who you callin'?
And I ain't gotta say no names, but the last n***a played got put right in a coffin
Fuck, and I ain't gotta drop no dot, they know what's up
And blood been shed up over this shit, so, n***a, they know it's stuck
[Chorus]
Baby, if you want me, you gotta show me love
Been through a lot of shit, but I keep goin' 'cause I'm a thug
Bitch, they killed my partner, I don't want no love, bitch, I want blood
Havin' dreams since I was a kid I'd put a milli' in my tub

[Verse 2]
All these bitch-ass n***as keep sendin' shots, n***as just mad 'cause I hit that top
I ain't never changed, this how I came, I'm the same ol' young n***a from that block
What you gon' do when we come? Better not even think to run 'cause we got you boxed
I don't even play when it come to that pape', if you do, make his bitch ass check that clock
If you want me, you gotta show me love
Promise to me if I break your heart, you'll never try to hold a grudge
I be goin' through shit, I don't even wanna fuck, just give me a shoulder rub
She say she ain't never had a n***a this thug, I give her that soldier love
A n***a can't never say we ain't outside on the block, we posted up
A n***a got popped, but ain't come outside, man, these n***as went ghost or what?
Lil' Quin ain't gotta fight back for shit, get your fat ass roasted up
You bitch-ass n***as ain't killed my brother, so what you postin' for?
Big-ass Glocks, fat shit
If you want some weed, we tax shit
What the fuck wrong with his brain? He mention my name when you know we clap shit
I ain't even gotta shoot half of y'all bitch-ass n***as, I'll come through and slap shit
Free lil' twin up out that pound, n***a, know we bap shit