Released on December 26, 2016

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[Intro with Hiiighroglitch]

Aye bro, what's the nig

Uh, I just got a real quick question

It's just like, why is it that you just be obsessing over these girls

I mean like, come on man

But if you like it, I love it


[Pre Chorus]

If you like it I love it

If you like it I love it

If you like it I love it

If you like it I.. LOVE IT. 2x


[Verse 1]

Crash-landed where it's filled with dope poverty cashing

Metal arm, bad man, soldier bitch I want the Jacksons

Rolling slower than the speed limit in swerving traffic

Stopping time, rewind to find my self and my holy passion

Booty strippers, Hennessy and Carties get the party started

Cocoa butter black skinneded women on 8 and Harper

Westsider, riding dolo coney trippin' with 11 dollars

Chicken tender salad, share it with my family y'all can't understand me


[Chorus]

I love it

I love it

I love it

Yeah

I love it

I love it

I love you

Yeah

Killing yourself when divided

Loving just God & the Squad


[Verse 2 with Whyandotte]

Round and round the merry go

There he go, with his shawty lo'

Baby ratchet, flapjacks smackin' on the kitchen floor

Baby let me know, formula, warning ya

Don't be swaying in the morning bruh

She'll cut those five fingers off

I love the way that she feel, yeah

I love the way that it moves, yeah

I love the cadence and shaking and breaking the points

Everything that she do, yeah

I make it do what it does, yeah

I make it do what it does, yeah

Keep it locked down like a drug, yeah

Baby girl know I got love, yeah


[Chorus]


[Verse 3 with Atlas]

Yo, fuck it homie I be staying in

Game over, watch me play again

Falling deep in love with cadences

Patience is not a virtue, why you labeling?

None of my homies been aiming in

None of my homies got hate in they hearts

It's all love where I come from, 'less you talkin' shit and then we make you depart

My whole conglomerate taking the globe, paving the road and

(I don't know y'all)

I got homies who paint and can sculpt turn pages to poetry

(I don't know y'all)

If you ain't in with the clique, don't act like you slick bitch

(I don't know y'all)

Arms are open to the closest folks, hope you going ghost though 'cause

(I don't know y'all)


[Chorus]