Yung Mal - 10Fifty I Luv Ya lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah (10Fifty, I love you) [Chorus] 10Fifty, I love you S 550, woodgrain inside, sh*t look like a dresser Seen so many real ni**as die Started lookin' at life different Ho said she love you, she lied You trust that ho, boy, you trippin' ni**as so broke, can't pay attention I'm good on the West Coast Hundreds all blue, ni**a, long live Nipsey Sometimes I be wantin' to crash out, boy, this sh*t get temptin' But I came too far and I can't let a fu*k ni**a trick me Yes, I might fu*k with him But I fu*k with them from a distance Chasin' that money, I get it I'm on the way, it don't matter the distancе They all on my page, wanna see how I'm livin' 'Round my way, sh*t really gеt risky I get them racks, handle that business [Verse] Spend so many racks, sh*t make me dizzy Car so fast, hit the gas and lift it Gotta keep my foot on they neck 'til I kill 'em Came straight out the dirt, wanna know how I did it I stay on my grind, I ain't got no time to be waitin' for no ni**a When they hold out they hand, then I hold up middle fingers fu*k 'em, they wouldn't have sh*t for me neither When it come to fans, got me paranoid Told my brother, "Man, watch these people" I don't got no ho in my heart I used to be nice, but they tried, that sh*t made me evil I don't give a fu*k 'bout the money, I didn't have a dime, I make this lil' sh*t look easy Sometimes this sh*t get hard, I hop in the car by myself and I roll up some weed Free Mel, free Juggman Trey, Fatboy did not tell Know they hate and they plot, but I dare 'em This not a bowling alley, why would the hell I spare 'em? fu*k 'em, spray 'em, Air Force my range I'm way in the air, I cannot see 'em He used to be gang, now he can't hang over here That chopper been singin', it hit you all in your ear Ooh, sh*t, I just flipped a switch Make 'em dance, Tok-Tik Ooh, ooh, sh*t, TikTok I heard they stop listenin' to weak-ass rappers when my sh*t drop Put a gangster lil' b*tch on 'em She gon' give him the head, fool, now we got the drop [Chorus] 10Fifty, I love you S 550, woodgrain inside, sh*t look like a dresser Seen so many real ni**as die Started lookin' at life different Ho said she love you, she lied You trust that ho, boy, you trippin' ni**as so broke, can't pay attention I'm good on the West Coast Hundreds all blue, ni**a, long live Nipsey Sometimes I be wantin' to crash out, boy, this sh*t get temptin' But I came too far and I can't let a fu*k ni**a trick me Yes, I might fu*k with him But I fu*k with them from a distance Chasin' that money, I get it I'm on the way, it don't matter the distance They all on my page, wanna see how I'm livin' 'Round my way, sh*t really get risky I get them racks, handle that business