Die and fucking love me Please tell me she won’t change Maybe I should let her go But only when she loves me How can I just let her go Not until she loves me Now die and fucking love me She’s sticking needles in her skin I turn with an ugly grin

Take me, try to break me open So fuck my life Why? 'cause I know something Hate me, try to make me change what’s right Why? 'cause I know you hate your life Take me, and try to break me Hate me, fuck my life Make me lie when I open (without even knowing)

You needed me You was just another nigga on the hit list Tryna fix your inner issues with a bad bitch Didn't they tell you that I was a savage Fuck your white horse and a carriage Bet you never could imagine Never told you you could have it To feel a

She said, when I be in the club Posted with my thugs, that I be so elegant She can't get enough I'm looking at your body, yeah and I can't get enough Just know, it ain't fuckin' love I'm getting to the money and the money come alive She can't get enough

Hope these niggas don't play with me Trap house 3 got a K with me And 3 young niggas that stay with me 'Cause my Mak 90 stay with me Trap house, trap house, trap house, trap What’s happening nigga Trap House 3, fuck nigga What’s happening? Ay T come out

Fuck the place up Are you on ten yet? Somebody pop all day (hol' up) Somebody on they way (hol' up) Stay down, with no faking Go up, top-down I've been racing (go up) She wild and dangerous (go up) My crowd in rotation

Don't try and fuck with my head Don't try and make me feel a fool Give me the ground to stand on Play with me in the grass field I used to love Struggle when I'm gone, that's all you deserve

From the satellite mind Lost where I forgot to hold it Coming home cause I want to Hang out with a starlet Stare out at the ceiling Preview of a screening Flashback of a feeling Sick sense of calling I heard you fuck through the wall

It's about to be a robbery (Robbery) It's about to be a robbery Fuckin' with me, fuckin' with me Don't make a sound (Don't make a sound), don't make a sound (Don't make a sound) Yeah, a robbery It's about to be a robbery (Oh, we 'bout to rob 'em) LJ on

Have a little party at my crib And all the weed is rolled that's how it is When you fucking with some OG niggas blowing OG smoke Don't even gotta ask, you already know, we 'bout to go Young nigga that's more famous than these older niggas Young nigga