[Intro: Trizz]
It'd be them n***as that like, wait hold up
Ugh huh
You know how you got fake n***as?
Got fake bitches
Hahaha
Yeah, like that
Well fuck em

[Verse 1: Trizz]
Love written in blood for all you fake n***as
Loyalty and trust is hard to come by, I hate n***as
Despicable human beings you faggots fake and I see it
It ain't hard to believe it, if you gon speak it then be it
You stupid motherfuckers
Just do it motherfucker
All them threats you put on the end and they useless motherfuckers
Fucking bitches on periods
N***as ignorant peerage
You'll never read or write my lyrics
Stupid n***as illiterate
I done came up
Grinding got my name up
Flipped it and ripped it on Lynches album, now I'm on the Strange bus
I shed blood on these notepads
I'm killing n***as
Literally and mentally I'm ready to go and get these n***as
Call my dogs up
Hey go ahead and stick these n***as
Liable to end up in a trash bag if you tempt me n***a
Get on the track and rip yo mamma if you rip me n***a
Probably gonna get yo life threatened if you with me n***a
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Love written in blood (blood)
Blood written with love (love)
Blood hitting the tubs (tubs)
Come get him, he's done (done)
Gun hit and he's chopped liver
A dead n***a
Done did him The Hung hit em
He's red n***a
Love written in blood (blood)
Blood written with love (love)
Blood hitting the tubs (tubs)
Come get her, she's done (done)
Gun hit her she's chopped liver
A dead n***a
Done did him The Hung lit her
She's red n***a

[Verse 2: Trizz]
Bitches fake too
Misogyny I hate you
Women think they slick until they see just what this hate do
Playing with a n***a emotions on social media
Leaving trails that lead to you will cause me to put this heat to you
Bitches get tipped too
They could get killed too
Added to my hit-list of bitches that I went through
The ones I fucked and the ones I had fucked up
Talking all that shit to a n***a will get you fucked up
Love written in blood
DNA on the rug
The gun jammed but it budged and he was hit with a slug
By a bitch that he loved
Casual kissing and hugs
Turned into fighting and mugs
Thought it was hate and it was
Shoulda went with his guts, but now his guts on the rug
Fucking killed by a slut
Who was fake from the jump
RIP to all you n***as that trust a bitch
I'll fucking cut a bit before I love another bitch
[Hook: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Love written in blood (blood)
Blood written with love (love)
Blood hitting the tubs (tubs)
Come get him, he's done (done)
Gun hit and he's chopped liver
A dead n***a
Done did him The Hung hit em
He's red n***a
Love written in blood (blood)
Blood written with love (love)
Blood hitting the tubs (tubs)
Come get her, she's done (done)
Gun hit her she's chopped liver
A dead n***a
Done did him The Hung lit her
She's red n***a