Soldier Love lyrics

[Intro]
Baby, if you want me
You've got to show me love
Words are so easy to say, alright?
You've got to show me love
Baby, if you want me
You've got to show me love
Words are so easy to say, alright? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You've got to show me love (Yeah)
Uh

[Verse 1]
Roll the 'Wood up for all the bros
Main lil' ho trippin' 'bout these b*tches, man, I don't even call them hoes
Did all that and I ain't even f*ck, man, I should've f*cked all them hoes
Wherever I'm at, I'ma work my blick, bet I ain't gotta call thе bros, uh
Yeah, this Perky got me nausеous
Drink cough syrup, but I ain't been coughin'
Lot of you n*ggas be too internet, pop out, I don't do no talkin'
Yeah, I'm small, got a 45 with a switch, get his ass up off me
Young n*gga sh*t, first shootout in the neigh', I was lightin' sh*t up on Lawson
Shoot his b*tch ass right in the head, n*gga, put the phone down, b*tch, who you callin'?
And I ain't gotta say no names, but the last n*gga played got put right in a coffin
f*ck, and I ain't gotta drop no dot, they know what's up
And blood been shed up over this sh*t, so, n*gga, they know it's stuck
[Chorus]
Baby, if you want me, you gotta show me love
Been through a lot of sh*t, but I keep goin' 'cause I'm a thug
b*tch, they killed my partner, I don't want no love, b*tch, I want blood
Havin' dreams since I was a kid I'd put a milli' in my tub

[Verse 2]
All these b*tch-ass n*ggas keep sendin' shots, n*ggas just mad 'cause I hit that top
I ain't never changed, this how I came, I'm the same ol' young n*gga from that block
What you gon' do when we come? Better not even think to run 'cause we got you boxed
I don't even play when it come to that pape', if you do, make his b*tch ass check that clock
If you want me, you gotta show me love
Promise to me if I break your heart, you'll never try to hold a grudge
I be goin' through sh*t, I don't even wanna f*ck, just give me a shoulder rub
She say she ain't never had a n*gga this thug, I give her that soldier love
A n*gga can't never say we ain't outside on the block, we posted up
A n*gga got popped, but ain't come outside, man, these n*ggas went ghost or what?
Lil' Quin ain't gotta fight back for sh*t, get your fat ass roasted up
You b*tch-ass n*ggas ain't killed my brother, so what you postin' for?
Big-ass Glocks, fat sh*t
If you want some weed, we tax sh*t
What the f*ck wrong with his brain? He mention my name when you know we clap sh*t
I ain't even gotta shoot half of y'all b*tch-ass n*ggas, I'll come through and slap sh*t
Free lil' twin up out that pound, n*gga, know we bap sh*t