Heartbreak Before Valentine (HB4V) ft. GVO Speero Lyrics

GVO Nigga

Five told me to pop it so I'm a pop it

Ville niggas we the hardest, we hot jus like a pocket

Life feeling like a movie, the cameras they ain't stopping

I don't know about this college shit, bitches is getting awkward

I wanna move away, get my lil mama VVS lockets

I met her up in Tally you know I get down with the rattlers

So many distractions, my momma just asking me what's happening

Your son going through it, this ain't no closed captioning

In this bitch stressing, I'm holding a lethal weapon

And when I die that nigga Speero, remember him as a legend

And you hoes don't be on no weird shit like we was texting

That nigga preaching, yeah he get it just from the reverend

And I don't know why you tryna be fifty, and still banging

Put them kids in the crib, cause outside it's dangerous

Ain't no blood on that money, it's just sweat and tears

Yeah it's pain behind that money took a lot of years

I remember when my brothers, man we switched the gear

We put all of that city bull shit in the rear

We making dollars, make it make sense

I'm not in Philly, but i'm flyer than a Carson Wentz

Stopped giving love to the people out here faking legit

Shoutout them niggas who done stayed down ever since we was jhitts

With AR15s I could care less if you running a blitz

Stacking chips all over on this side while we avoiding Ritz

With great power comes the responsibility and the risk

Was just in the box like Roddy talking bout ways to get rich

Same time was thinking bout the people I love

Can't trust no niggas that be wearing or hang around some bugs

Can't love no bitch that be out here asking for a hug

That ain't what it was, so lemme show you how to love

Got people praying for me, yeen fucking with a thug

They love how I shoot it, I hit em with the Jordan shrug

If you break my heart, I won't feel it I vent to drugs

While you in the club, I'm thinking bout how I'll make it up

Take you out, slut you out, you tryna yeah or what?

Tell me wassup?

For Valentines, be my trophy lemme hold you up

Leave you alone? Pick up the phone! Can we get old or what?

She getting tired of the same shit, yeah, this old to her

But if she riding like my people, keep her close to us

Can't call them niggas one of mine, we came up playing rough

And don't come try one of mine cause now we old enough

Soon it's gon be Valentines, 02/11 done

I'll break your heart bout mine, don't care if damage done

Watch where you stepping, ask where my gravedigger family from

It's all love