Luhvforme lyrics

[Verse 1]
sh*t ain’t been the same since I came through on that hot sh*t
They gon’ talk about you you ain’t got sh*t
Still gon’ talk about you when you got sh*t
All Eyez on Me, come on my “pop sh*t”
Yall rap n*ggas on some Pop sh*t
I be duckin’ paparazzi with a Pac b*tch
Glock 30 in the c*ck pit
Sippin’ dirty conversatin’ with the pilot
n*gga you ain’t see it
I been f*ckin’ up arenas
I’m with [?] genius
We the muthaf*ckin’ meanest
[?]
You pus*y n*ggas hating on me, picked the wrong time
Long [?] mink dragon
New Benz wagon
Blood drippin’ on me lookin like a n*gga stabbin’
I be on the money, baking soda in the cabinet
Pyrex
Trynna whip a Rollie, makin’ magic
Laughin’
At you f*ck n*ggas getting madder
If I feel threatened imma go and get a ladder
And climb up yo chеst n*gga
Motherf*ck your vest n*gga