Showing Love

Lyrics

[Intro] (Damn VG, you made this?) [Verse 1: Rylo Rodriguez] Ah, yeah Lil runts still in the hood, tired of seein' 'em dyin' Way before this paper, we knew we was stars, but we just weren't shinin' If I gotta pay my momma to laugh, I don't wanna see her cry again Interrogation, won't say a thing, ain't shy, I'm solid And he rep big gang, say he got Blood in his eyes Prolly on his birthday, his momma blindfold him with a red rag She even bought him the red cake, yeah the cake off a red plate Even if they ran inside the Regency, there still ain't nowhere safe I'll probably die showin' love, I'll probably die off a hate crime In the hood, tryna get off the sack too, but my role model never was Matt Ryan OG's on the block, and they won't let us catch a sale In the stolen car like lil' bitch legit, tryna ball like Montel Probably make a movie on all this Act', I'ma turn into Denzel Caught [?], no he ain't in Heaven no more, he can't inhale She bought a nigga a watch, but she ain't know he a rat, so only time'll tell Played the cards I was dealt, made that boy draw four like he was a Uno player Screamin' fuck your son, we took his daddy, you're a crybaby, Johnny Depp Momma whipped me with a switch, but I'ma beat my son ass with a designer belt I knew that ho was lyin' so I lied back like a recliner chair They stabbed me in my back, but I ain't scream 'cause I ain't Gale Weathers They set Lil Mo on fire, I think about him when I see matches You better not rawdog her, in the hood, her nickname, they call her assy But they gave her mouth a thumbs up, you might fuck 'round, catch a taxi Them niggas ain't shooters, A.I., they need practice [Verse 2: Paper Lovee] Project baby I remember gettin' paper and dub too with our taxes My momma sold food, [?] like, bitch, this month, we fastin' I made a [?] inside [?], wishin' I had matches I told my bitch, "Better run the check up," she don't need pap smears The only time I ever switched up when I had to turn on the light I couldn't see the fat lady livin' off me, man, I had parasite It hurt me to the heart when they say [?] my cousin [?] I don't even roll in state but it's all gravy 'cause, bitch, we appetite If you wanna chase a dream, you gotta take risks, you gotta make sacrifice Tryna gamble with my life, I'm shootin' to win, I'm livin' in paradise She smell a nigga with money, lil' nosey bitch, you must be [?] Keep the rats from 'round my money, Johnny tap ya, we gon' kill all mice (Brr) Two racks if you want you a bale My pockets, they sittin' on Lavell (Crawford) [?] like my name Kentrell My shoes cost ounces of coke I told you before, I'm the G.O.A.T Givenchy drip down to the floor Put that shit on and get at your ho Keep a rap bitch, she done come in vintage Her head game Monica Lewinsky [?] come [?] Wanna fuck me? Bitch, it's a privilege I was whippin' up dope in the kitchen "Baby, what's that?" "Momma, this Bisquick" Trap spot, good cap, tuition Why you a snitch, [?] Why you put in more child support? That's his blood, now you want soo-woop Whatever for his bae, buy his bae, and now you went FUBU Lil' ho, you showed me that pussy, back in the day, all on ooVoo I called my Lady Gaga, I'm her baby, she be like, "Goo-goo"