[Intro: Shordie Shordie]
Mm, mm, mm, mm
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)

[Chorus: Shordie Shordie]
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just fuck and make up?
Know what you like, everybody good
No point of fucking it up
I was on your mind, say you got time
Come, come let me take it up
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just fuck and make up?
Know what you like, everybody good
No point of fucking it up
I was on your mind, say you got time
Come, come let me take it up

[Verse 1: Shordie Shordie]
Like you got a thing for a n***a that been tellin’
Turn it around, let me show what I do
I got a thing for a girl with a thing
'Cause it show you that she got her mind on her too
Her mama like whatever n***a she like, she just send him to Daddy for him to approve
I say I'm her daddy, she look at me happy like, "Baby girl, this n***a know what to do"
Thinking even in the bed
Your daughter always give a n***a head
But now she ain't answering the phone
Texting like, "Leave a n***a 'lone"
And I ain't never live around trees, I smoke that tree, still wish a n***a would
Hear a lil' knock at the door so I let you in, now you saying shit good
Ayy, I'm used to fucking with the bad bitches
Like, "Where you at?" "On the way"
I'ma do a hunnit a day, I like to come with the bad bitches
So I came anyway 'cause I'm on it
Could've took another route, I ain't wanna
'Cause I take this exit and send this message
Then I'm gone
[Chorus: Shordie Shordie]
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just fuck and make up?
Know what you like, everybody good
No point of fucking it up
I was on your mind, say you got time
Come, come let me take it up
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just fuck and make up?
Know what you like, everybody good
No point of fucking it up
I was on your mind, say you got time
Come, come let me take it up

[Verse 2: Trippie Redd]
Shawty, we in love
I feel too much pain when you're not around me
Love champagne when I'm in the club
I can't, can't run away, can't run away from you (Bae)
I spilled some paint on a mink, bitch, I'm elite, iced-out Patek Phillipe
I graduated in the streets, critique in the sheets
Better have your nails and feet done
You could bring your friend, have a threesome, yeah
I tried to tell you don't fall in love
All the things that I did and you still won't give up
Is it L-O-V-E?
I'm in the room but I still make it bleed
Baby, beg to me
[Chorus: Shordie Shordie]
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just fuck and make up?
Know what you like, everybody good
No point of fucking it up
I was on your mind, say you got time
Come, come let me take it up
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just fuck and make up?
Know what you like, everybody good
No point of fucking it up
I was on your mind, say you got time
Come, come let me take it up

[Outro: Shordie Shordie]
Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Why don't we make L-O-V-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E?
Why don't we just fuck and make love?
Know what you like, everybody good
No point in fucking it up
I was on your mind