Laney Keyz – What Love Lyrics (feat. Calboy)

[Chorus: Laney Keyz]
Fresh off the lot, I painted it black
I gave her my heart, I’m takin’ it back
This Yves Saint Laurent, I gave them some racks
He not my dawg, so stay where you at
I spend it all and I’m makin’ it back
I wanna ball, Kobe and Shaq
She think I’m a dog, I call her a cat
f*ck what you call ’em, I call ’em a rat
It ain’t too much they can say when you pull up on ’em and the doors suicidal
If I got some racks, my bro got some racks, lil’ bitch, I put that on the Bible
Ho, get the f*ck out the way
She blockin’ vision ’cause she mad and she spiteful
Yo, get the f*ck out the way
That’s what I’m sayin’ when I’m passin’ my idols

[Verse 1: Laney Keyz]
Vision was hella specific
Rеspect your position
Sit back and collect the commission
I bеt that you didn’t
I get why you mad, ’cause we travelin’ like we done stepped off the pivot
f*ck it, the thotties invited
The ones who ain’t got it invited, except for you niggas
Hop in the Audi, we outtie
But you not allowed in the party, it’s hella you niggas
Killin’ the vibe with the negative energy
Knew I was hot and they tried to belittle
Counted me out and they kinda offended me
Smokin’ this dope while I plot on my enemies
Bitch, I’m from Cali, the plug up the street
I done been hurt by some people that’s kin to me
Stood on that block and they tried to get rid of me
I got some money and shit started hittin’ me

[Interlude: Laney Keyz]
I see greatness, I look in the mirror
I see hatred, I look at ’em clear
And I f*cked up with a down bitch, got these other bitches actin’ weird
I was f*cked up, I was drownin’, know a couple niggas that didn’t hear it
What love? What love?

[Chorus: Laney Keyz]
Fresh off the lot, I painted it black
I gave her my heart, I’m takin’ it back
This Yves Saint Laurent, I gave them some racks
No, he not my dawg, so stay where you at
I spend it all, I’m makin’ it back
I wanna ball, Kobe and Shaq
She think I’m a dog, I call her a cat
f*ck what you call ’em, I call ’em a rat
It ain’t too much they can say when you pull up on ’em and the doors suicidal

If I got some racks, my bro got some racks, lil’ bitch, I put that on the Bible
Ho, get the f*ck out the way
You blockin’ vision ’cause you mad and you spiteful
Yo, get the f*ck out the way
That’s what I’m sayin’ when I’m passin’ my idols

[Verse 2: Calboy]
Bitch, I’m the realest, it’s rare, I know
Niggas be industry, weird, I know
And we leave that shit in the streets, yeah, I blow
Where the f*ck is my enemies? Dead, I hope
Shawty say that she feelin’ me, yeah, right, ho
She just gon’ f*ck ’cause this bread right, though
Ayy, lil’ nigga, don’t try us, you can die, bro
And I’m still on that block that your mans died on
And I’m from the ‘Raq, where it go down
Used to be my bitch, I let her go, she a ho now
Baby, we get lit up like a hoedown
Want me showin’ love, sorry, baby, I don’t know how
Used to have a heart, but it’s cold out
We gon’ pull up on his block, it’s a blowout
And he really knew what I was ’bout
He ain’t watch his mouth, know a nigga got blowed down
Brodie pop out, he like, “Hello”
He tote a glizzy, it came with a shovel, woah
Said he want smoke, hope he dance with the devil
He said it’s up, then it’s stuck like a ghetto
Can’t get caught at that light, keep my foot on the pedal
We can rock out ’cause I keep heavy metal
Nothin’, now I got some money to stand on
That shit came with a thottie, she shake it like Jell-O

[Chorus: Laney Keyz]
Fresh off the lot, I painted it black
I gave her my heart, I’m takin’ it back
This Yves Saint Laurent, I gave them some racks
No, he not my dawg, so stay where you at
I spend it all, I’m makin’ it back
I wanna ball, Kobe and Shaq
She think I’m a dog, I call her a cat
f*ck what you call ’em, I call ’em a rat
It ain’t too much they can say when you pull up on ’em and the doors suicidal
If I got some racks, my bro got some racks, lil’ bitch, I put that on the Bible
Ho, get the f*ck out the way
You blockin’ vision ’cause you mad and you spiteful
Yo, get the f*ck out the way
That’s what I’m sayin’ when I’m passin’ my idols