McLovin (feat. OBL Lee) Video (MV)

I don't know what the f*ck goin' on with these stupid bitches dawg
I'm DONE
Higher than a jet no New York
Percocet eatin' up my stomach
Burnin' this gas like Newports
Smokin' good still gettin' this money
Pimpin' these hoes like Too Short
Ask her
I don't know why she love me
In the crib stackin'
I don't really do clubbin'
He ridin' round with 12
Call that boy McLovin
From the Ville to the Cola
We gettin' in
I love meetings with Benjamin
Reggie in yo sweet that's cinnamid
Knew I'd be rich since a kid
I just stack them dividends
OBL we built to win
Smokin' gas on a dead end
Chillin' with my dead friends
F*ck a plug we the outlet
Goin' up with the ones I held it down with
DC brought me up now I'm out here
Had to make a play on a bitch while I'm out here
Bad bitch and she nasty too
Met her in the Ville told her pull up come thru
Hit her in the guest bedroom
Just nutted on a bitch off a perc what's new
DC put me on now down in Strut's now
I was down bad hit a lick now I'm up now
Molly got her dancin' doin' up downs
Drew Brees how I make the bitch touchdown
Catch me on some Goodlett shit
In PCola chillin' with a hood lil bitch
Chiraq the way I drill her shit
And these moonrocks got me feelin' high as tits
(That's Gas)
I'm gettin' this money
Gas so loud you can hear this shit comin'
I hit this beat runnin'
Off-White drip when I step that bitch floodin'
My cup is so muddy
That bitch did you dirty
Shakin' that ass in the club
That bitch was just flirting
Slide back to the Cola and pop me a perky
Higher than a jet no New York
Percocet eatin' up my stomach
Burnin' this gas like Newports
Smokin' good still gettin' this money
Pimpin' these hoes like Too Short
Ask her
I don't know why she love me
In the crib stackin'
I don't really do clubbin'
He ridin' round with 12
Call that boy McLovin
From the Ville to the Cola
We gettin' in
I love meetings with Benjamin
Reggie in yo sweet that's cinnamid
Knew I'd be rich since a kid
I just stack them dividends
OBL we built to win
Smokin' gas on a dead end
Chillin' with my dead friends
A Lee said I need to hop back in the game
Bet the boys gon' remember my name
Lost my brother ain't been the same
These percs can't fix the pain
Cortez on my feet for the memories
He move slower than a centipede
Talk tough can't get to me
His girl tryna take a pic with me
Ridin' round town with A Lee Fresh Herbs
Smokin' strong with my boy Big Vinke
Stepped in the game kicked down the door
Takin' everything but the kitchen sink
4 zips in my cup Dak Prescott
Blowin' on 7 grams that Leonard Fournette
Got a brick of Wock from the West Coast
And he tryna charge me that Kevin Durant
Chief Wood my brother too real
I ain't sippin' if it ain't got a seal
Free my boys tryna get appeals
We rollin' like ferris wheels
OBL til' I die
Got it inked on me
Rest in peace to my dead homies
Don't want the conversation
If you ain't talkin' bout no bread homie
Higher than a jet no New York
Percocet eatin' up my stomach
Burnin' this gas like Newports
Smokin' good still gettin' this money
Pimpin' these hoes like Too Short
Ask her
I don't know why she love me
In the crib stackin'
I don't really do clubbin'
He ridin' round with 12
Call that boy McLovin
From the Ville to the Cola
We gettin' in
I love meetings with Benjamin
Reggie in yo sweet that's cinnamid
Knew I'd be rich since a kid
I just stack them dividends
OBL we built to win
Smokin' gas on a dead end
Chillin' with my dead friends