Luv Syrup lyrics

[Intro]
(Maer got that beat goin' so crazy)

[Verse 1]
I been up chasin' paper all night, f*ck sex
Had to work for this sh*t swingin' on my neck
Had to pull up, swing that Drac' for my respect
The judge labeled me a threat
I was facin' sixty years, wrote the rule, ain't drop a tear
Got a million-dollar contract, I don't know how to act
She actin' bad, I choker her ass, bring her to reality
I'm a rapper and I'm from the streets, don't get this sh*t confused
I got power on my side, fifty racks to ghost a n*gga
Diamonds hittin' just like a box of matches, my neck set up a light
Back and forth, well, let's take it there, don't waste my breath
I told brodie, "Watch that backdoor, thesе n*ggas wanna be us"
I ain't trippin' 'bout new dissin' her, thеy know where riches are

[Chorus]
Yeah, glizzy got that stutter like my cousin Angel
I'm like an angel to this b*tch, she say I'm Heaven sent
You try this sh*t, I get off first, this Glock'll cremate you
I rep the set, I throw it up, I paint the city red
Locked in for life, it ain't no switchin', n*gga, we tied in
We put them boxes on them glizzys, n*gga, we Glocked in
[Verse 2]
I had Maytown locked, had Lil Zay wanna be gang
I was punchin' sh*t in school, never went for no extortion
He told everybody he Crip, why the f*ck he throwin' up CK?
Seen a million cash, got c*cky, I done had a malfunction in my brain
I'm a Drac'-slangin' rap n*gga, got blood, speakin' with an L
When I drop, it's over for these n*ggas, bullyin' these lil' boys
I got all types of foreign cars, I'm a foreigner
I ain't bulletproofin' sh*t, for what? Them smackers in this b*tch
.223 and .762, hit they block, they run and hidin'
We do drive-by's and walk-downs, we somethin' like Uber Eats
Think the last time I went broke was never-ary
Without that gun, it's hella scary, I'm the first to say it
Sippin' mud, dropped that mud cup, goddamn, I love syrup
Kiss the curb in that fast thing, f*ck 'round, cracked the rim

[Chorus]
Yeah, glizzy got that stutter like my cousin Angel
I'm like an angel to this b*tch, she say I'm Heaven sent
You try this sh*t, I get off first, this Glock'll cremate you
I rep the set, I throw it up, I paint the city red
Locked in for life, it ain't no switchin', n*gga, we tied in
We put them boxes on them glizzys, n*gga, we Glocked in

[Verse 3]
I know a b*tch who got a n*gga, but she my b*tch too
You went and got it out the streets, reminds me of me
You love them fully automatics, hop out, trickin' with 'em
You ever seen a n*gga dyin'? His partner dyin' right with him (His partner dyin' right with him)