Luva lyrics

[Intro: Bizzy Banks]
Grrt-the
Brrt, baow (Blrrt)
Get Money
Bizzy, blrrt
That Structure, that swag (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
That structure, blrrt
Brrt-the, what?
You done got shot
Like, what?

[Hook: Leeky G Bando]
Luva just got him a 30
Clip see-through with the laser
Buckle up, n*ggas not ready to ride
They can’t tame us
They not tough enough
Please do not come to my side, it’s no savior
Better structure up
Like, better structure up

[Verse 1: Bizzy Banks]
f*ck is you talkin bout, b*tch
Who you done shot? Free 24 n*gga free Mel Floxks
Them real hittas not, so get off my c*ck
You ain’t StructureK, you ain’t spinning no block, like
Sturdy
She say you that boy who be rappin bout yerkys
Baby I’m smacked I’m gone off a percy
Like, for the verses
Since I started taxin' treat it like trappin'
I need the back end
Only the money can get my reaction
We don’t use Fendis for fashion
You can get slapped you ask what I’m jackin'
You can get clapped for thinking I’m lackin'
And I’m with the Mac and he keep a Mac-10
Off rip, we the youngest n*ggas who be talking that sh*t
Tell Bando get back on his grip
Shorty she on me she see that I’m lit
Ruger be hyped when he get him a 6th
I got faith in my shooters, I swear they won’t miss
Still in the hood and I’m still hittin' licks
She on my body she tryna’ take pics’
Like, look, I got some demons that feenin' to spin
He make a. look, he make a move then his apple get split
Leeky he with me he packin’ a grip
These n*ggas mad they ain’t really on sh*t
Like, look, these n*ggas mad they ain’t really on sh*t
[Verse 2: Leeky G Bando]
Benji got sitchy he pass the assist
I cannot miss with this flick of the wrist
I feel like Mitch when I get me a lick
I feel like Babe Ruth off the pitch
Like, my n*ggas really different
The way we do drills you can say we gifted
Still catchin’ chills every time we spinnin’
We still moving like Jordan & Scottie Pippen
Like, I ain’t got time to be hugging these [?]
Me & JJ we too deep on a mission we spin on the bike he start shooting that sh*t off the pad
Aiming for heads, y’all ain’t no shooters y’all only hit legs
I let it flock all of them fled
He need a doc’, go get em’ some meds
Like. look, Hop in the V and let’s go make a mess
I got a, look, I got a 30 I’m waiting to test

[Verse 3: Bizzy Bando]
sh*t got a kick so aim it at his chest
Like, blasting, turn in the V and I hope he don’t crash it
That boy a spliff, turn him to ashes like
Like Madden, we in the field send them bullets like Madden
Boy, why you cappin'
I get a pack, I'm gon' make it happen
n*ggas be lacking
I catch my opps and I just be laughing
n*ggas be blasting
b*tch I’m a Mac I tote on a Mac-10
[Hook: Leeky G Bando]
Luva just got him a 30
Clip see-through with the laser
Buckle up, n*ggas not ready to ride
They can’t tame us
They not tough enough
Please do not come to my side, it’s no savior
Better structure up
Like, better structure up