Looking for love

Lyrics

[Intro: Quilly] You stay down until you come up, you know that right? You gettin' what you put out Let's get it [Hook: City Rominiecki] You've been looking for love in the trap house You've been lost, you don't know where you at You've been workin' on it, you wanna prove somethin' You can keep on gettin' it (?) But if the head right, if the head right I'll be there every night If the head right, if the head right, I'll be there every night [Verse 1: Quilly] Even tho you was a crack fiend mama You always was a black Queen mama I fell in love wit the trap house Golden State, I made a dub in the trap house I'm wit my trap queen, I blow her back out Wake up, fuck again, and count that money till we pass out We hit the mall, Louie/Fendi, Gucci, cash out Back in the studio, litty; know Quilly black out I got you cleanin' for me, I got you cookin for me We ridin' dirty, put the work right in your pussy for me Crack baby, was born the 80s I grew up bummy so it's only right I'm gettin' wavy Pullin' all nighters wit the drug addicts Pancakes and syrup, 1000 dollar habits Lookin' for love in the wrong places 20s, 50s and 100s, but I love all faces Hook: City Rominiecki] You've been looking for love in the trap house You've been lost, you don't know where you at You've been workin' on it, you wanna prove somethin' You can keep on gettin' it (?) But if the head right, if the head right I'll be there every night If the head right, if the head right, I'll be there every night [Verse 2: Quilly] Bitch, I started from the bottom, on my way up to the top Hug my mom then hug the block Spent all night at Sunny's spot 16, I fell in love wit the block, fell in love wit the trap Fell in love wit the pot, fell in love wit my Glock Gettin' money felt easy to me NWA; fuck the cops Baking Soda, Coca-Cola, trappin' off my Motorola Ran them routes like Randy Moss, hangin wit Vikings; Minnesota 17, I went to jail, fuck the judge; denied my bail I feel like I'm Heaven sent, it's only right I give em hell Hangin' wit the wrong crowd, peer pressure; bad influence Fell back from the trap, picked up the mic Fell in love wit music Now it's back to back shows nigga Now switchin' up flows nigga Now I'm drippin' that sauce on em Bankroll don't fold nigga I don't need your help, I'm good Get my mom up out that hood Even tho I love my block, I'ma put my family up in them woods Hustle hard; I did it, stayed down; was committed Used to have that bomb on me Now bout to blow; John Wick it Hook: City Rominiecki] You've been looking for love in the trap house You've been lost, you don't know where you at You've been workin' on it, you wanna prove somethin' You can keep on gettin' it (?) But if the head right, if the head right I'll be there every night If the head right, if the head right, I'll be there every night 2x