LOVERS & ØPPS

Lyrics

[Intro: Chetta & Future] Oh, you done go and get all them guns and you ain't killed nobody yet? Aye, aye, what they talkin' 'bout? What they, what they talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout? That ain't shit, in the [?], that ain't shit How many times you shot that mothafucka, nigga? Ain't nobody popped up dead? That ain't shit, that ain't shit, aye, aye [Chorus: Chetta & Future] That ain't shit, aye (aye), no, don't trip, aye (aye) Off a brick, yeah, cut me like a zip, aye (aye) Ain't no switch, aye (aye), gettin' rich, aye (aye) That's a big check, cut right up my wrist, yeah Need a Richard Mille, they wanna kill me, call me Kenny I'm in Florida with some bittys All blue hundreds, not no fifties If you want it, you can get it Tell my opps just how I'm fellin' (aye) Off the top, that's how I'm livin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe (Aye, aye, aye, aye) [Verse 1] Aye, aye, hundred just to talk, that the fee (That the fee, hoe) Jump shot shootin' from the key (On a key, hoe) TikTok slide you like a screen (Like a screen, hoe) Ima buy it all, fuck a lease Heard they wanna take me out it, bitch, that's in your dreams I was off the wock and had your bitch up on her knees Word around the block, is that your bitch ass is police Really no I can't be stopped, he poppin' in the streets [Chorus: Chetta & Future] That ain't shit, aye (aye), no, don't trip, aye (aye) Off a brick, yeah, cut me like a zip, aye (aye) Ain't no switch, aye (aye), gettin' rich, aye (aye) That's a big check, cut right up my wrist, yeah Need a Richard Mille, they wanna kill me, call me Kenny I'm in Florida with some bittys All blue hundreds, not no fifties If you want it, you can get it Tell my opps just how I'm fellin' (aye) Off the top, that's how I'm livin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe (Aye, aye, aye, aye) [Verse 2] Aye, aye, run that bag up, you know me (You know me, hoe) Benzo crusher, Ima fein (Ima fein, hoe) Quarter million dollars, that's a tease (That's a tease, hoe) Mob for the set since a teen Neck wet chains cutting me until I bleed I was in the streets while your bitch ass sesame Hoe get off my line, why the fuck you stressin' me? Think I need a hundred pack, I'm smokin' everything [Chorus: Chetta & Future] That ain't shit, aye (aye), no, don't trip, aye (aye) Off a brick, yeah, cut me like a zip, aye (aye) Ain't no switch, aye (aye), gettin' rich, aye (aye) That's a big check, cut right up my wrist, yeah Need a Richard Mille, they wanna kill me, call me Kenny I'm in Florida with some bittys All blue hundreds, not no fifties If you want it, you can get it Tell my opps just how I'm fellin' (aye) Off the top, that's how I'm livin', yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hoe (Aye, aye, aye, aye)