"PLSD" lyrics
I got my back against the wall, girl
You know I got you every time you fall, girl
You want that bag, go buy 'em all, girl
But I'd be lying if I told you it was yours, girl
You made a promise that you won't tell
The feds raided every spot, now I'm in hotels
How you flexing all them burners and got no shells?
And that's what it's like with brodie 'cause he won't tell
One of my girls, she into selling houses
Another keeps a taser inside all her pouches
The other one's a freak, we only fuck on couches
My recent one would chase her ex up for a couple thousand
I had a shank inside the cemetery, please don't judge me
And all this shit I did for bro but he don't love me
Yeah, I feel like you don't love me
Back up on my bullshit, I can sell 'em courses
We was on the front line where they ain't never taught shit
You ain't never loved a bitch that ain't yours, it's torture
You ain't never loved a bitch that ain't yours, it's awkward
I be on that block, when you see police then you don't freeze
I'm in the cell, I tell my lawyer that I won't speak
I feel alive and I feel so free
And then I think about my darg and then my soul bleeds
I got my back against the wall, girl
You know I got you every time you fall, girl
You want that bag, go buy 'em all, girl
But I'd be lying if I told you it was yours, girl
You made a promise that you won't tell
The feds raided every spot, now I'm in hotels
How you flexing all them burners and got no shells?
And that's what it's like with brodie 'cause he won't tell
I'm still poor but all my opps are poorer
Still them trench niggas talking 'bout some drillings over pour-ups
Can you sound the alarm off if they're back-door coming?
Would you still love me if I ain't have no money?
And then one of my girls just hit my phone and said, "You playing with me"
And even if I fuck her friend, I know she staying with me
My love don't cost nuttin, I'm 'bout to charge for it
I need somebody to give it up when I ask for it
Love doesn't grow on trees
Sometimes love grows on me
Grow on trees, sometimes it grows on me
I need you close to me
I hate the sober me
You got a hold of me
I need you close to me
I got my back against the wall, girl
You know I got you every time you fall, girl
You want that bag, go buy 'em all, girl
But I'd be lying if I told you it was yours, girl
You made a promise that you won't tell
The feds raided every spot, now I'm in hotels
How you flexing all them burners and got no shells?
And that's what it's like with brodie 'cause he won't tell
You know I got you every time you fall, girl
You want that bag, go buy 'em all, girl
But I'd be lying if I told you it was yours, girl
You made a promise that you won't tell
The feds raided every spot, now I'm in hotels
How you flexing all them burners and got no shells?
And that's what it's like with brodie 'cause he won't tell
One of my girls, she into selling houses
Another keeps a taser inside all her pouches
The other one's a freak, we only fuck on couches
My recent one would chase her ex up for a couple thousand
I had a shank inside the cemetery, please don't judge me
And all this shit I did for bro but he don't love me
Yeah, I feel like you don't love me
Back up on my bullshit, I can sell 'em courses
We was on the front line where they ain't never taught shit
You ain't never loved a bitch that ain't yours, it's torture
You ain't never loved a bitch that ain't yours, it's awkward
I be on that block, when you see police then you don't freeze
I'm in the cell, I tell my lawyer that I won't speak
I feel alive and I feel so free
And then I think about my darg and then my soul bleeds
I got my back against the wall, girl
You know I got you every time you fall, girl
You want that bag, go buy 'em all, girl
But I'd be lying if I told you it was yours, girl
You made a promise that you won't tell
The feds raided every spot, now I'm in hotels
How you flexing all them burners and got no shells?
And that's what it's like with brodie 'cause he won't tell
I'm still poor but all my opps are poorer
Still them trench niggas talking 'bout some drillings over pour-ups
Can you sound the alarm off if they're back-door coming?
Would you still love me if I ain't have no money?
And then one of my girls just hit my phone and said, "You playing with me"
And even if I fuck her friend, I know she staying with me
My love don't cost nuttin, I'm 'bout to charge for it
I need somebody to give it up when I ask for it
Love doesn't grow on trees
Sometimes love grows on me
Grow on trees, sometimes it grows on me
I need you close to me
I hate the sober me
You got a hold of me
I need you close to me
I got my back against the wall, girl
You know I got you every time you fall, girl
You want that bag, go buy 'em all, girl
But I'd be lying if I told you it was yours, girl
You made a promise that you won't tell
The feds raided every spot, now I'm in hotels
How you flexing all them burners and got no shells?
And that's what it's like with brodie 'cause he won't tell
