fxck love
    (专辑: Fashion Helps Depression - 2023)
    
    Uh-huh  Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)  Aye yo Flex, you wilding   I'm roaming through the 
trenches  I 
don't know where I 
be going  They don't know what I 
be on (know what I 
be on)   I'm roaming through the 
trenches, got me clutching on my gun  Tryna' dodge the 
reaper, niggas know what I 
be on  I 
turn to a 
demon, got me clutching on my heater  If they play, it's nice to meet 'em, I'ma get a 
nigga gone  Call it red rum, we leave blood up in the 
streets  I 
came from the 
slums, bitch, I'm the 
one, I 
got the 
cheat  I 
ain't squashing nothing, tell 'em what up, I 
love the 
beef  And to them bitches did me wrong, tell 'em, "Fuck love"  I 
ain't got nothing for 'em   I 
ain't got nothing for no hoe that ain't having motion  And for them go-getters out there, you don't go unnoticed  Making ends meet, stacking that cheese so you can eat  Now you can sleep, now you at peace  Everybody else really be bogus   I'm a 
real street nigga, ain't no picking sides  ABK anybody killer, I'll draw the 
line  ABG anybody get it, put 'em in the 
sky  And I'm a 
one-man army  I 
don't really give a 
fuck 'cause it wasn't love anyway  No love inside the 
gutter, everybody 'round fake  I 
don't really give a 
fuck 'cause it wasn't love anyway  Only trust inside my cutter, you get hit, you in the 
way   I'm roaming through the 
trenches, got me clutching on my gun  Tryna dodge the 
reaper, niggas know what I 
be on  I 
turn to a 
demon, got me clutching on my heater  If they play, it's nice to meet 'em, I'ma get a 
nigga gone  Call it red rum, we leave blood up in the 
streets  I 
came from the 
slums, bitch, I'm the 
one, I 
got the 
cheat  I 
ain't squashing nothing, tell 'em what up, I 
love the 
beef  And to them bitches did me wrong, tell 'em, "Fuck love"  I 
ain't got nothing for 'em   I 
ain't got nothing for nobody that ain't got shit moving  Buy another diamond for all the 
times I 
never had shit  If it's respect you want then tell me why you do me wrong  You coming from the 
slums, they be coming for your crumbs  Ain't no love in the 
dirt, just get shoved in the 
dirt  But I 
came from the 
mud, now there's blood on my shirt  I 
keep a 
piece with me in case I 
need to go to war  Just try to keep the 
peace or I 
got something for you (yeah)   Ooh, I 
got something for you (yeah)  You know that I'm the 
one  You know that I'm the 
one  You know what I 
be on   I'm roaming through the 
trenches, got me clutching on my gun  Tryna' dodge the 
reaper, niggas know what I 
be on  I 
turn to a 
demon, got me clutching on my heater  If they play, it's nice to meet 'em, I'ma get a 
nigga gone  Call it red rum, we leave blood up in the 
streets  I 
came from the 
slums, bitch, I'm the 
one, I 
got the 
cheat  I 
ain't squashing nothing, tell 'em what up, I 
love the 
beef  And to them bitches did me wrong, tell 'em, "Fuck love"  I 
ain't got nothing for 'em