"L's" lyrics

You don't know

L to the face, knowin' that you lost me kindly
Got your first bad bitch and you moved too slimy
Lost all respect when I got to see your standards
You fuck anybody just so you can feel like a man, huh?
I'm facin' L's, only ones that's mixed with grabba
I'm a Western ting, huh, boy, don't mind her
L to the face, screens that'll feel your damage
L to the face, yeah, we've received your message

Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's
Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta— (L's), uh
Whole lotta L's, baby, hold up an L
Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta—

Hold up an L when I, L when I make it a W
You tell me to go and I, go and I really won't trouble you
Chase the jimmy, if you sleep with my pillow, it really will smother you
If my boy's in a pickle, I help him, that's what a brother do
Think I made all of my labels a million
I need a pretty Brazilian
I got the keys to the city, I'm Killian
Snake in my circle, my friend a reptilian
Season out, I'ma show them what's really in, yeah
Laugh at my pain 'cause the story the silliest
Scary loss I took, it was hideous

Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's
Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta— (L's), uh
Whole lotta L's, baby, hold up an L
Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta—

Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's
Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta—
Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's
Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta—
Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's
Whole lotta L's, baby, whole lotta—
Whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's, whole lotta L's