What Love lyrics

[Chorus: Laney Keyz]
Fresh off the lot, I painted it black
I gave her my heart, I'm takin' it back
This Yves Saint Laurent, I gave them some racks
He not my dawg, so stay where you at
I spend it all and I'm makin' it back
I wanna ball, Kobe and Shaq
She think I'm a dog, I call her a cat
f*ck what you call 'em, I call 'em a rat
It ain't too much they can say when you pull up on 'em and the doors suicidal
If I got some racks, my bro got some racks, lil' b*tch, I put that on the Bible
Ho, get the f*ck out the way
She blockin' vision 'cause she mad and she spiteful
Yo, get the f*ck out the way
That's what I'm sayin' when I'm passin' my idols

[Verse 1: Laney Keyz]
Vision was hella specific
Rеspect your position
Sit back and collect the commission
I bеt that you didn't
I get why you mad, 'cause we travelin' like we done stepped off the pivot
f*ck it, the thotties invited
The ones who ain't got it invited, except for you n*ggas
Hop in the Audi, we outtie
But you not allowed in the party, it's hella you n*ggas
Killin' the vibe with the negative energy
Knew I was hot and they tried to belittle
Counted me out and they kinda offended me
Smokin' this dope while I plot on my enemies
b*tch, I'm from Cali, the plug up the street
I done been hurt by some people that's kin to me
Stood on that block and they tried to get rid of me
I got some money and sh*t started hittin' me
[Interlude: Laney Keyz]
I see greatness, I look in the mirror
I see hatred, I look at 'em clear
And I f*cked up with a down b*tch, got these other b*tches actin' weird
I was f*cked up, I was drownin', know a couple n*ggas that didn't hear it
What love? What love?

[Chorus: Laney Keyz]
Fresh off the lot, I painted it black
I gave her my heart, I'm takin' it back
This Yves Saint Laurent, I gave them some racks
No, he not my dawg, so stay where you at
I spend it all, I'm makin' it back
I wanna ball, Kobe and Shaq
She think I'm a dog, I call her a cat
f*ck what you call 'em, I call 'em a rat
It ain't too much they can say when you pull up on 'em and the doors suicidal
If I got some racks, my bro got some racks, lil' b*tch, I put that on the Bible
Ho, get the f*ck out the way
You blockin' vision 'cause you mad and you spiteful
Yo, get the f*ck out the way
That's what I'm sayin' when I'm passin' my idols

[Verse 2: Calboy]
b*tch, I'm the realest, it's rare, I know
n*ggas be industry, weird, I know
And we leave that sh*t in the streets, yeah, I blow
Where the f*ck is my enemies? Dead, I hope
Shawty say that she feelin' me, yeah, right, ho
She just gon' f*ck 'cause this bread right, though
Ayy, lil' n*gga, don't try us, you can die, bro
And I'm still on that block that your mans died on
And I'm from the 'Raq, where it go down
Used to be my b*tch, I let her go, she a ho now
Baby, we get lit up like a hoedown
Want me showin' love, sorry, baby, I don't know how
Used to have a heart, but it's cold out
We gon' pull up on his block, it's a blowout
And he really knew what I was 'bout
He ain't watch his mouth, know a n*gga got blowed down
Brodie pop out, he like, "Hello"
He tote a glizzy, it came with a shovel, woah
Said he want smoke, hope he dance with the devil
He said it's up, then it's stuck like a ghetto
Can't get caught at that light, keep my foot on the pedal
We can rock out 'cause I keep heavy metal
Nothin', now I got some money to stand on
That sh*t came with a thottie, she shake it like Jell-O
[Chorus: Laney Keyz]
Fresh off the lot, I painted it black
I gave her my heart, I'm takin' it back
This Yves Saint Laurent, I gave them some racks
No, he not my dawg, so stay where you at
I spend it all, I'm makin' it back
I wanna ball, Kobe and Shaq
She think I'm a dog, I call her a cat
f*ck what you call 'em, I call 'em a rat
It ain't too much they can say when you pull up on 'em and the doors suicidal
If I got some racks, my bro got some racks, lil' b*tch, I put that on the Bible
Ho, get the f*ck out the way
You blockin' vision 'cause you mad and you spiteful
Yo, get the f*ck out the way
That's what I'm sayin' when I'm passin' my idols