Someone To Love - Mike WiLL Made It, 2 Chainz, Skooly

I had to give these hoes

I had to give these hoes someone to love

I said I had to give these hoes

I had to give these hoes someone to love

This what I’m doin'

This what I’m doin', it’s easier than drugs

I said this what I’m doin'

This what I’m doin', it’s easier than drugs

From a P in the pot

Type of nigga, used to sleep on a cot

Type of nigga, used to get it and go

You the type that sold a ki to a cop

Type of nigga, have your bitch in my spot

I’m the type to tie her feet in a knot

Type of nigga, turned a dream to a G

Type of nigga, turned that G to a drop

Turn around and take a P on the lot

Used to say, «Give me codeine on the rocks»

Used to say, «Kiss it one time"cause that coochie was stankin'

I sprayed some Febreze on the box, weed in my socks

Picture of me with a block on the block

Picture me rollin'

If I get gunned down today

Your picture they gon' be holdin'

Pick up the paper, custodian

Your bitch about to get stolen, now it is a wrap

Talkin' aluminum foil

Tat-tat-tat-tat, what the fuck?

Shoot a nigga playin' tough

Show me a bitch that is loyal

I could sell her desert soil

Love me or love me not

You cannot go to my mama’s spot

I’m the type to put the ki on the block

I’m the type to be the king of the spot

Push button, ain’t no key for the drop

Tatted my body, I think that I’m Pac

Got these bitches fallin' through to give me the box

Bet you niggas wonder how I did it

Fell in love with sellin' drugs and then I went and got a plug

And I made a little bit of money, spendin' hundred thousand limits

I had to give these hoes

I had to give these hoes someone to love

Took them 5s and 10s and 20s, added it up

Took them 50s, 100s, then I went to the club

They can see what I’m doin'

See what I’m doin', it’s easier than drugs

In the kitchen water whippin', flippin' pigeons

Double the digits, the blue money come

Got the Forgiatto on that new Gallardo

Blowin' avocado, ridin' through Chicago

Got the double cup and lean in baby bottle

Got the shooters with me, black Mercedes follow

Shoe cost a bando

Rest in peace ‘Nando

My bitch came from Cuba, the weed from Cali

But my plug Mexicano

I do this shit for my people now

They say young Skay got the ether now

I’m sellin' this shit like illegal now

I’m comin' back to the teacher now

We’re not the same, I’m a creature now

Came a long way from them Regals now

How he hop out of two seaters now?

That’s what them bitches be sayin'

That’s what them niggas be sayin'

But hate is an ugly trait

You want somethin' salty go shit in your hand

Shout out to Cap and his bitch

He got me whippin' my wrist in a Glad

Look like I’m whippin' my wrist in a Glad

All yellow Rollie, is piss on my hand

I never listen to man

God told me «give 'em the truth», I’ve just been spittin' the truth

That shit you’re spittin' ain’t true

I’m just a product, can prove

I’m somethin' ill in the booth

I’m known to kill in the booth, I’m known to spill in the booth

See I keep it better, I’ll never talk to a pillar

And I cannot talk to these niggas, so