Love Is Gone Lyrics

Handsome n wealthy feel like a migo

I'm not a migo nor a Chico

Not my amigo empty n reload

Tools in mi casa this not Home Depot

Choppa go grata I don't trust people

I know I'm not the only one evil

Still in the game ain't using no cheat code

Running game on these hoes hell naw you can't play me

Touch down on ya hoe i'm feeling like Brady

Yea trust no hoe even when i'm 80

Hell naw hoe can't be my ol' lady

I get old i'ma be fuckin' old ladies

Non stop non stop still goin' crazy

No kids bop pill popped time to go crazy

Jit this shits getting wavy

Do it on my own ain't calling for back up

You getting too close I advise you to back up

She stayed the night now its time to pack up

3.5 in my blunt hell yea I pack up

But I aint pack up

Just know that I always trip

Yea racked up I only know how to flip

Yea gat tucked just know it's one on the hip

Uh uh uh uh Baw

Grabba da leaf I don't fuck with the raw

Making money appear huh tada

Water on me no agua

Yea i'm the bomb Alhamdulillah

Choppa singing like fa la la la

She want me to take off her panty n braw

She called me a horse she like yee haw

She calling me hoe i'm on the road

Yea ballin' 3 shoot my shot on ya hoe

When I talk it ain't cheap why you tryna talk to me on the low

These hoes be free they go where they go

9 times outta 10 ya girlfriend a hoe

Been in my glow

Flexing a lot but ain't doin' to show

I remember I was poor

Slept in my car no tinted windows

Always switching up the lo

It's a few niggas round want me in the hole

But if it goes down best believe i'ma blow

If he score then fuck it I go

All I care bout is me me me

And my family tree tree tree

Smokin' on this tree tree tree

Gettin head by ki ki ki

Yea she a freak freak freak

Ain't shit sweet like trick or treat treat treat

She back it up like Beep beep beep

Short temper yea she petite

Fuck then control alt delete