Foolio - Versatile Love lyrics

() man, this shit right here versatile
I'mma talk 'bout some love
Shit then some killing
Shit then some love shit then some
Mo' killing shit, ya know
(O'beats, I love you my brother)

You cried to me then lied to me
With yo' lil raw ass  (Yo' lil raw ass)
We both cheated on each other
Our lil dog ass (Our lil dog ass)
But I still love you, bae
And don't forget that (Don't forget that)
And you karma real, the 6, I got my getback
(Got my getback)
Wanted the truth and we both lied
I'll admit that (I'll admit that)
Evaluate the situation, I had to sit back
(I had to sit back) then I put two and two
Together and got six back (What the fuck?)
You said I loved you and I cussed you, boy
That's big facts (That's big facts)

Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it
(Might don't make it)
Your love is a drug and like liquor, hoe
I taste it (And I taste it)
Maybe it's the best for us I gotta face it
(Gotta face it)
Percocet poppin' and this Henny
Got me wasted (Got me wasted)
Up all night, stuck up in my thoughts
It got me restless
ESPN, the 6, bitch, we muhfucking restless
(Yes, we reckless) we love killing people
It's a muhfucking fetish
I'm finna switch my flow
Now time to talk about some gang shit
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Brand new stolen car
This bitch from 'round the way
('Round the way)
I'm in my feelings 'bout Trey D
Someone gon' die today (Die today)
Got his day ass big brother, it was a DOA
(Brrrr, baow)
(Brrr, baow, baow, baow, baow) We
Let that choppa spray (Brrrrr, baow)
His whole family hurt
They wanting justice now (Justice now)
At the funeral, crying, head down
(Oh, my baby)
He dropped that bag, I ain't dead yet
Bring some mo' bread out
(Bring some mo' bread out)
Ain't make to the hospital
On the scene he bleed out (TTG)
Ayy, I'm smoking whoopty-whoop
This called a alley oop (Alley oop)
A foreign stolo, out the window
Shooting out the coupe (Out the coupe)
Bitch this not a Dicky fit
It's a steppa suit (Steppa suit)
I just kicked a nigga ass in my Yeezy boots
(Yeezy boots)
Ayy, I'm sick of all you niggas
Like I got the Flu (Cough, cough, cough)
Ayy, I'm smoking BB, QP, and lil Freddie too
(Freddie too)
Ayy, I'm smoking QP, BB and the lil Ralo too
(Marco too) and bitch these Palm Angels
Not no Jimmy Choos (No Jimmy Choos)

You cried to me then lied to
Me with yo' lil raw ass (Yo' lil raw ass)
We both cheated on each other
Our lil dog ass (Our lil dog ass)
But I still love you, bae
And don't forget that (Don't forget that)
And you karma real, the 6, I got my getback
(Got my getback)
Wanted the truth and we both lied
I'll admit that (I'll admit that)
Evaluate the situation, I had to sit back
(I had to sit back) then I put two and two
Together and got six back (What the fuck?)
You said I loved you and I cussed you, boy
That's big facts (That's big facts)

Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it
(Might don't make it)
Your love is a drug and like liquor, hoe
I taste it (And I taste it)
Maybe it's the best for us I gotta face it
(Gotta face it)
Percocet poppin' and this Henny
Got me wasted (Got me wasted)
Up all night, stuck up in my thoughts
It got me restless
ESPN, the 6, bitch, we muhfucking restless
(Yes, we reckless) we love killing people
It's a muhfucking fetish
I'm finna switch my flow
Now time to talk about some gang shit
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it
(Might don't make it)
Your love is a drug and like liquor, hoe
I taste it (I taste it)
Maybe it's the best for us I gotta face it
(Gotta face it)
Percocet poppin' and this Henny
Got me wasted (I'm wasted)
Up all night, stuck up in my thoughts
It got me restless (Restless)
ESPN, the 6, bitch, we muhfucking restless
We love killing people
It's a muhfucking fetish
(Brrrr, baow, baow, baow, baow)
I'm finna switch my flow
Now time to talk about some gang shit
(Bow, gang shit)