Who do You Love?

I’m that nigga, I’m the plug

I’m that nigga, I just came up on fifty pounds of bud

I’m that nigga so I pack heat

In case you niggas try to catch me on the back streets

(Say what) I’m that nigga, I’m that nigga

Got that brown bag money, stacked up seven figures

I ain't standing on the block, ho

Hit my phone and it’s on, bitch, it’s motherfuckin’ hot, yo

Nigga snitching on me?

Got a whole clique, got 'em screamin’ "s-b-o-e"

God damn it, I don’t see

How a nigga fixed his mouth to say he done made me

I got beef with a ton of niggas

Not now one of them niggas ever try to run up on me

But they said they used to hold me down

And they know how I get down

Bitch, I keep that gun around me

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

Bitch, who do you love?

My lady banging, but ain't as cool as her cousin

We did it once, I knew the rumors were coming

She think she on to something

There ain't no love, never mattered though

Your ordinary rapper know

Stacking appetite, run the apple, ho

Ain't a nigga that can see me

13 Years killing shit, a villain on your tv

Little niggas wanna be me

Beaming up on all this cali, play around me, he graffiti

Time to ball on 'em, ready, set, hike

Do I love a bitch? Sike, suck me off or hitch-hike

Catch a nigga at the light, he gon' bitch up like a dyke

He okay then 'til he bit, ball worser than his wife

Get your head buzzed right

To the white meat on the white sheet

Mazent, we don’t play that shit on my street

Couldn’t walk up in the shoes that’s on my feet

Ain’t another real nigga like me

All kind of straps, pearl handle on the piece

With about ten off that jimmy henchman beef

New corvette, switch gears fast, nigga

Leave you wet like splish splash, nigga

Run up, it’s a hundred yard dash, nigga

Just ‘cause I rap don’t mean I won’t blast, nigga

Studio full of plaques, known as the greats

Fast money, bagging up over versace plates

I got a shawty named mary jane

She got a girl named pure cocaine

And now you know the deal

We turned up in the trap house late night

See this the reason why a rapper still deal white

And this the unit crew, thought I should’ve told you

If you a rapper in the game we should mold you

And, man, shout out my nigga boosie, he just roll through

Eat the chicken plate, my old lady soul food