Broken photos Love's a no no Stupid like dodo For ya love though Weed make me go slow With my flow doe Oh she a hoe hoe That's a no no She touched down this week Off of polk street She already know me And my homies She wanna go OG With da OG I gotta stay lowkey Kause they know me. Oh that's a no no She on go go Tryna take a photo With da bro's O Naw she a low hoe Check da body scoe I don't even want her heart Just want the dough hoe (x2) Why you pulled this shit on me? Thought you was homie. I was blind now I see. From jail, to bail, to whatever nd hell then you was the reason I was in a cell. Got you that funky hotel when, you couldn't even make a fuckin sell. I was fallin for you shawty yea I Fell now I wish you burn in hell Grew thick skin and a lil tougher shell Sometimes I wanna yell You was slippery like damn gel Had to remain humble as hell. From all the L's I took very well But victory rings when I da bell Real winners always prevail Broken photos Love's a no no Stupid like dodo For ya love though Weed make me go slow With my flow doe Oh she a hoe hoe That's a no no Don't trust that hoe bro. (Some of my lyrics I freestyle up last minute so it might be different from what you hear, had to keep the flow going)