Текст песни Bemylove/Mean - Yung AK

Okay, fine love
Talkin' with my niggas like If I want to vent
Drunk on my ass, thinkin' if this fantasy is real

When these motherfuckers shootin' and gunnin' you up
They left a nigga dead in front of me
I saw that shit with my own eyes
In front of the gas station cops pulled up

Two hours later, this world done
Like if we ain't give a fuck about it
Tryna pull a 50 cent, get rich or die tryin
Be my love, baby, I'll be the illest nigga life for you

Like these motherfuckers don't even treat you good
Baby, trust me, show me that loyalty shit you got
Come with me and with a motherfuckin' pot
Be my love, baby, my life on the line
When you came in like a guardian angel
And saved me from my fucking life be my love, baby my life on the line
When you came in like a guardian angel
And saved me from this mental stage
Louis Vuitton bag, fuckin' you in the back
Of Motherfuckin' show, Chanel Prada

Bitch, you fuckin' mine
May be broke, but baby, my love ain't never gone for you
You the one to marry and have my son
But baby, this love is above

Be my love, baby, baby, be my love
And I promise you that I won't move on
Ridin' around with you, holdin' my hand

Makin' me feel safe, not locked up in the pen
Pen and the paper, but that's all I had
When nobody was there till I met you
Eye contact, bitch, our soul connected

Took you with me to the party, stayed by my side
Baby you understood
Baby yes you understood
But then you texted me saying I was a fucking fool

Arguments for no fucking reason, bitch I had all I can
when a motherfucker can't understand, Bitch you understand me
When I never fucking understand myself, and I don't feel myself
I should just kill myself

When a nigga talking all that shit, and then I pull up with the brick
Throw it at his whip, and that nigga can suck a dick
They got him leaked, but that nigga cannot do fucking shit
When I pull up with my girl, And then I fuck a bad bitch
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here
On God, bitch, I'm lit

I'm lit as fuck, nigga
Ayy, okay
Okay, okay, ayy, okay, okay, ayy
Okay, okay, ayy, okay, okay, ayy

Okay, okay, what, ayy, yeah
Bitch, I bring my cup
Ayy, bitch, I'm thirsty
Make these bitches pop they pussy

They just like the flirty
Take a pic, don't forget the flash beat
Cause when we in the streets
It's gon' be you and me

Bring the strap
Ayy, tag it on your sleeve
Get the molly, ayy, put it on the beam
Ayy, these niggas hate

They fuckin' up the gasoline
Call her, ayy, tell her, bitch, I'm fucked and I'll be mean
Get the perc, take it, then I go to sleep
Being with these hoes

Wonder which one can take it deep
Money club, Triple Homicide
We don't do it on the lunch, brag it up
Then I bring the punch, no fruit

Bitch, been getting paid
Then I'm getting laid
He Talking on the live
What that nigga say

Stomping on his ass
And then I roll my blunt
And I hit it for the fame
Record that bitch on camera

Cause she like it that way
Bitch, I bring the brick
Ayy, I throw it at his whip
Then he pop out

Then I'm pulling out the sticks
Get the fuckin' switch
Forget the side bitch
Let her ass rot

Like her pussy, ain't been left
Catch me two's body, but
Bitch, I wasn't sober
Bring it on the club, ayy

With the range rover
Bring the old one, though
Cause I ain't been fuckin' sober
Bring the old one, though

Cause I ain't been fuckin' sober
Bitch, I catch me an Opp
It gon' have to be his day
Catch a side with the nigga

Leave it that way, ayy
Cops pull us over
We gon' run away
Take the perc

Let the pain fade away
Bitch, I'm Yung AK
And I'll say it to your face
But y'all pulling out the straps

But that's yo pussy way
These niggas hate
Like I just made it yesterday
Ayy, they want me dead

But I won't let it go that way
Let the chopper go
Let that shit spray
Fuck a bitch on 4k

And then I run it on her face
She sucked my dick
And then she kissed you anyway, ayy
She sucked my dick

And then she kissed you anyway, ayy
I run the clip
And I see your ass from far away
Get the scope

And then I shoot it at your face
Don't just hate
But make your body
Then I go replace

2 a.m. and that pussy nigga
Won't catch his fade
He pulled out the shot
But we still got his ass anyway

Made his ass bleed
Made his ass not run away
We got his ass
And we tortured him

Till he couldn't breathe, ayy
get his ass
Until I put it on free