I see, thank you man, thank you
Yall know his name
Ayo, Mack, let the beat drop
Ladies and gentlemen, C5 oh, Wayne time oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Zone, zone, zone, zone, zone
Let me see your shoulders work
I mean, I dont know what yall came here to do, but uh
If you dont aint a lighter, what the f- you smoking for
We hot ha
What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I dont bluff, bro
Aimin at your head like a buffalo
You a roughneck, Im a cutthroat
Youre a tough guy, thats enough jokes
Then the sun die, the night is young though
The diamonds still shine, get it rough h-
What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, where the ones go?
Its a sh- show, put you front row
Talkin sh-, bro? Let your tongue show
Money over b- and above h-
That is still my favorite love quote
Put the gun inside, what the f- for?
I sleep with the gun, and she dont snore
What the f- yo?
Where the love go?
Trade the ski mask, for the muzzle
Its a blood bath, where the suds go?
Its a Swizz beat, there the drums go?
If shes iffy, there the drugs go
If she sip lean, double-cup toast
I got a duffle full of hundos
There the love go, wheres the uproar?
What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I dont bluff, bro
Aimin at your head like a buffalo
What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I dont bluff, bro
Aimin at your head like a buffalo
Get the f- though, I dont bluff, bro
I come out the scuffle without a scuff, bro
Puff, puff, bro, I dont huff though
Yellow diamonds up close, catch a sunstroke
At your front door with a gun stowed
Knock-knock, whos there? is how it wont go
This the jungle so have the utmost
For the nutzos, and we nuts, so
What the f-, bro?
Its where Im from, bro
We grow up fast, we roll up slow
We throw up gang signs, she throw up dope
Dreadlock hang down like you dun know
Put the green in the bag, like a lawnmower
Hair trigger pulled back like a cornrow
Extra clip in the stash like a console
Listenin to Bono, you listen to Donald
What the f- bro?
Where the love go?
Swizzy, he the chef, I like my lunch gross
Just look up, bro, there the scuds go
I see the shovel, but where did bruh go?
Hmm, to the unknown
Only way he comin is through his unborns
If you see whats in my bag, think Im a drug lord
Its empty when I give it back, now wheres the uproar?
What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I dont bluff, bro
Aimin at your head like a buffalo
What the f- though?
Where the love go?
Five, four, three, two, I let one go
Bow, get the f- though, I dont bluff, bro
Aimin at your head like a buffalo