She don't like when I go on the glide
But it's like on the roads I reside
And what's love, cos I don't know the meaning
And I've been lookin' but it's so hard to find

I'm actin' like I ain't got feelings
But deep down, I'm broken inside
And I ain't into the preachin'
But I don't know why these hoes wanna lie
She don't like when I go on the glide
But it's like on the roads I reside
And what's love cuz, I don't know the meaning
And I've been lookin' but it's so hard to find

It's been a little while, let me slide up in them DMs
Big drip, big whips, she seen me in them BMs
I know that she been preein', 'cause I been preein' too
And I ain't gotta lie, Ma, I wanna be with you
In jail, no bail plus now I'm relaxin'
Smooth criminal, I do it better than Jackson
That's bait, got a next ting bringin' the packs in
Bless her cotton socks, she don't know what's happenin'
The jail ting's dead, B, I'm back on these roads
More than twenty on my chains and I ain't done no shows
I'm done with these hoes, I need me a wife
I ain't worried about a back, her breasts or her thighs

Restless nights in the pen
lookin' at my spends like
"Where's all my so-called friends? "
Seems like she's more realer than an end
She gets the same trust that I'm puttin' in these skengs

I'm actin' like I ain't got feelings
But deep down, I'm broken inside
And I ain't into the preachin'
But I don't know why these hoes wanna lie
She don't like when I go on the glide
But it's like on the roads I reside
And what's love cuz, I don't know the meaning
And I've been lookin' but it's so hard to find

Had this bitch I use to tap twice whenever it was that time
She could make your heart stop, flatline
She won't ever leave me in a bad time
But I snaked her, left her in the cold, I saw a bad sign
Then I met this ting called Nina
that I kept slappin' like Ike did Tina
Used to conceal her, chill and smoke reefer
Niggas must've thought that I'd never leave her
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that love was very rare
She loves the big drip, that's a very heavy tear
Scratching Moncler, that's a very heavy tear
We could've gone clear, free my niggas up in there
Missing birthdays every year

Restless nights in the pen
lookin' at my spends like
"Where's all my so-called friends? "
Seems like she's more realer than an end
She gets the same trust that I'm puttin' in these skengs

I'm actin' like I ain't got feelings
But deep down, I'm broken inside
And I ain't into the preachin'
But I don't know why these hoes wanna lie
She don't like when I go on the glide
But it's like on the roads I reside
And what's love cuz, I don't know the meaning
And I've been lookin' but it's so hard to find