[Intro]
It’s a hyphy love story
Put that shit right on Maury
Tell that bitch she so mother fucking boring
It’s a hyphy love story
[Verse 1]
At the slide show, big hoops she got her edges laid
Gang shit, affiliated but she dont bang
Letterman jacket and a bra, with some baggy jeans
Rocking nike dunks, glossed lips, and she likes to sing
She had brothers from a place i can never be
Never been a bitch so I walk up to her casually
What’s yo name? What’s yo number? What’s yo IG
She looked me up and down, hit her blunt and said nigga please
I ain’t even trippin, girl I’m gigging have good day
Hеard she from the mission, she a princеss in the district
Ghost riding with the minions, and she sipping on the MDs
Mac Dre we goin stupid, face lookin like I’m gon’ sneeze
Scrappers and foreigns doin donuts till they hit E
The party don’t stop unless its cops fuck the police
Yikin started slappin, she threw it back like 2013
I had to catch that ass, she put it on me, I’ma referee
[Chrous]
This a hyphy love story with scrappers goin dummy
Everybody holdin 40s, all the baddies they adore me
I know she got niggas, I got bitches like I’m hoarding
But when see I you, it’s just you that sound corny
A hyphy love story, hitting the thizz with my thug
Shawty hella thick, got niggas lookin but they won’t touch
Keep the steel close, just for her I’d pack this punch
She know I got her heart, she can feel it in her huuuuuh
[Verse 2]
24th & Mission to get comida from the taqueria
Saw her with her homegirls, cuddy was fuckin on her older sister
I cracked jokes and asked if she wanted to smoke
She said she need wrap, so we hit the corner store
Arizona and Hot Chips, gripped by hands with aryclics
She loves smoking Dutches, she a duchess in my opinion
Walked out the sto’ all da homies went missing
I walked shawty home, she said come in for a minute
Ain’t need no for a description, she said she felt it in her spirit
Watch the moon trade shifts with the sun when I was in it
Blew her back out, now she naked in the kitchen
Sippin on the tea, the dick put her in her feelings
Breakfast on the beach, then twin peaks where we kick it
Mobbin back to the mud, we fell in love fuck the distance
She got family in my city, niggas I coulda spun the block on
But when push came to shove, told cuhz we had to swerve off
[Chorus]
This a hyphy love story with scrappers goin dummy
Everybody holdin 40s, all the baddies they adore me
I know she got niggas, I got bitches like I’m hoarding
But when see I you, its just you that sound corny
A hyphy love story, hitting the thizz with my thug
Shawty hella thick, got niggas lookin but won’t touch
Keep the steel close, just for her I’d pack this punch
She know I got her heart, she can feel it in her huuuuuh
[Verse 3]
Days turns to months, talking dreams over blunts
We didn’t have title but I know they know bout us
Love mixed with lust, at the function pulling up
She like to fight bitches, she get active in the club
Jealous ass niggas tried to fade me for her heart
Win or lose know I’m gon’ touch you with this dart
Fighting over bitches get different when she’s involved
Say sumthin stupid I’m serving time behind some bars
She could be my baby moms, but I’m tryna do this right
Turn her into a wife, out the hood to build a life
Shit changed over night, she acted distance no reason
Cuddy had to tell me, her brothers tryna get a lick in
I had to up the Glock, blocked her number, ill intentions
Tried to backdoor me, tears down when I hit em
Died that same night, the whole time she had a nigga
Waited to make a move, a 304 had me trippin
So I don’t fall in love, its a bluff fuck these bitches
A hyphy love story but nobody wants commitment
Met her at the slideshow, where I shoulda kept it pushing
I gotta keep it P cuddy these hoes ain’t no different
