[Intro]
This sound like Quell

[Chorus]
f*ck the other side, put him on TV’s about my dawg
Soldier reason, bloody tee, Glock with beams ’bout my dawg
Caught on scene ’bout my dawg
Clear the scene ’bout my dawg
He f*ck with them can’t f*ck with me, now he is not my dawg
Where the love at?
Ridin’ through the city with this switch on this glizzy, and this .50 on this glizzy
Where the love at?
Can’t f*ck ’round with these bitches ’cause these bitches they be trickin’
They be really tryna’ get to
Where the love at?

[Verse 1]
“Nah for real” I say that shit there every time
I done f*cked like every dime
I done shot like every .9
Twin ‘nem caught like hella time, damn
But, know he caught like hella time
Free them cutta’ they yellin’ slime
Know some killa who say they nine
My dawg killa who say he’s nine
Tell my nigga I bang bang
This press supposed to be ’bout no chain
This press supposed to be not the same
This press supposed to be I am not a lame
I don’t care ’bout shit you did nigga
You’re crazy, told you f*ck your stain (You’re crazy)
My dawgs really wildin’, catchin’ bodies, goin’ crazy
And I be tryna lace ’em up and tell ’em chill daily
Until I think ’bout Rudy, they ain’t spare him he ain’t make it
Drop one, drop a few, just ’cause he ain’t make it
All my guns from overseas, ’bout I got ’em from project streets
And I can’t f*ck with no police, ain’t 69 don’t talk to me
Ain’t bitch9ine don’t talk to me
Not a bitch now they can’t talk to me
‘Cause only the family and only the slime for real
[Chorus]
f*ck the other side, put him on TV’s about my dawg
Soldier reason, bloody tee, Glock with beams ’bout my dawg
Caught on scene ’bout my dawg

Clear the scene ’bout my dawg
He f*ck with them can’t f*ck with me, now he is not my dawg
Where the love at?
Ridin’ through the city with this switch on this glizzy, and this .50 on this glizzy
Where the love at?
Can’t f*ck ’round with these bitches ’cause these bitches they be trickin’
They be really tryna’ get to
Where the love at?

[Verse 2]
Cutthroat committed, I looked up to Soulja Slim
I’m still feelin Soulja ‘nem, ‘lil killa ridin pokin ’em
Oh I don’t know ’bout Soulja Boy
Know who you clappin’, who is him?
Oh them your dawgs? Who are them?
‘Bout my dawgs, [?] (Nah for real)
I know some niggas, when I turn back be talkin’ flaw
I know some niggas, when I turn back they not my dawg
I knew a bitch when I my turned back she was f*ckin’ [?]
How yall my dawg? How you my dawg?
Let me know
When I pump gas I’m clutchin’, yeah every store
She wasn’t f*ckin with me then but now she at me though
I’m ridin’ with my bitch I’m dodgin’ every hoe
I’m ridin’ with my bitch I’m dodgin’ every hoe
I’m like a pothole in these streets nigga I’m a problem
I talked to one of my dawgs, there I told him that I got him
Be feelin’ kind strange that I’m livin’ like a rockstar
[Chorus]
f*ck the other side, put him on TV’s about my dawg
Soldier reason, bloody tee, Glock with beams ’bout my dawg
Caught on scene ’bout my dawg
Clear the scene ’bout my dawg
He f*ck with them can’t f*ck with me, now he is not my dawg
Where the love at?
Ridin’ through the city with this switch on this glizzy, and this .50 on this glizzy
Where the love at?
Can’t f*ck ’round with these bitches ’cause these bitches they be trickin’
They be really tryna’ get to
Where the love at?

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