Whats Luv (feat. Almighty Trill) Video (MV)

Ooh, Steve-O did this one
Big Trill in this bitch check my ice kit
Both wrist buss down they don't like this
30 shots at your top if you try shit
30 racks on my wrist I can buy a brick
When it's war in the streets we get cashin sticks
Thick bitch cute face, I'ma cash the tits
Lamb truck, Rolls Royce when we shop at Fifth
20 stuffed all-blues just to buying drip
Call the doctor, need a script, sent me to the Pharm
All my friends dead Carti Skelly on my arm
Cuban link, buffs whiter than a porcelain sink
Livin' fast, fast lane in my SRT
When I look in the mirror, I see my bros in me
One fall, we all fall, so they rose with me
Half a million on this jewelry, cause they froze with me
Only heart I got is chrome, so my pole with me
Whats luv?
Got to do, got to do with it
Whats luv?
It's about us, its about trust
Whats luv?
Got to do, got to do with it
Whats luv?
It should be about us, it should be about trust
They ain't believe how we livin' til we started trippin'
Takin' risks, livin' lavish
Hit your city in the latest fashion
Mob meals with the gang plottin' on some billions
Locked in with my slats, one call, they gon' press the issue
M8, drop the roof, damn where go to ceiling
Can't love a bitch, chrome hearts to address the issue
Daytona high-speed chase, Police gon' have to get a Demon
Big chop, I'ma tell you what this shit is
Yeah, lil' nigga, yeah, we got that shit in
Lil' niggas broke as hell, what you been on
Big chop in this bitch, I got ten phones
Daytona burnin' out in the parking lot
AR when I ride with a big knot
Put a scope on that bitch if he talkin'
Zoom in on his face while he walkin'
Let's go
Whats luv?
Got to do, got to do with it
Whats luv?
It's about us, its about trust
Whats luv?
Got to do, got to do with it
Whats luv?
It should be about us, it should be about trust
Red charger, red seats hit the dash then stab it (Scrilla)
41 cost 30 you can see it flashing
Throwing 100s in the club you the type to grab it
Walked in too many guns I can't even stash em
It's one in my bag, two in my pants
Nigga, I don't even got that many hands
I only got my brothers, we all tied in
Long live my brother it's tatted on my right hand
Big plates, mob meals, we at Ruth Chris
Mixing Ksubi with the Louis, thousand dollar kicks
This ain't a normal gun, it shoot blue tips
I love the Purple or the Amiri cause it got the rips
It's a movie every time the gang out of town
I pop a perc, drink anejo just to wash it down
If you ain't felt no pain with us, you can't come around
They used to love when I was broke but they hate me now
No kizzy