!LL
Last time you seen somebody
Get this nearly retarded?
Carried out on a stretcher
Dearly departed
We making that hard shit (Hard shit)
That's clearly the target so we been working hard
Knowing y'all gon' feel me regardless
Lately, my mode has been on ball
My clothes have been on small
I had that bitch up in my bed
But I ain't finna call
Everybody spit, yeah
I don't feel these men at all
Surrounded by nothing but shit
I feel just like the center stall
See I been getting bread forever
Been spitting lead forever
Started using my sister's closet
For my Polo sweaters
Back in my older teens
Y'all don't even know my steez
I been folding C's
Fuck a job folding tee's (Fuck that)
All my flow is breeze
Cuz all I blow is leaves
Last name should be Sargento
Cuz all I know is cheese
And all these haters
I been fucking with them skinny jeans
Only reason I need a bitch now
Is to hold my keys (Hold these)
Believe, I'm rolling up
And puffing an L
Something you'd smell
From a block away and say like
"What in the hell?"
Dawg, I'm lordo
I suggest you cuff your hoe
Or I'll fuck your whole day up
Like you just read a bad horoscope
I been getting more dough
And spitting more flows
So long that you'd think that
I'd have a fucking sore throat
Call me (?) getting all these whores, though
Old school, watch me tap, tap
They ass like morse code
Oh (Oh)
Get this nearly retarded?
Carried out on a stretcher
Dearly departed
We making that hard shit (Hard shit)
That's clearly the target so we been working hard
Knowing y'all gon' feel me regardless
Lately, my mode has been on ball
My clothes have been on small
I had that bitch up in my bed
But I ain't finna call
Everybody spit, yeah
I don't feel these men at all
Surrounded by nothing but shit
I feel just like the center stall
See I been getting bread forever
Been spitting lead forever
Started using my sister's closet
For my Polo sweaters
Back in my older teens
Y'all don't even know my steez
I been folding C's
Fuck a job folding tee's (Fuck that)
All my flow is breeze
Cuz all I blow is leaves
Last name should be Sargento
Cuz all I know is cheese
And all these haters
I been fucking with them skinny jeans
Only reason I need a bitch now
Is to hold my keys (Hold these)
Believe, I'm rolling up
And puffing an L
Something you'd smell
From a block away and say like
"What in the hell?"
Dawg, I'm lordo
I suggest you cuff your hoe
Or I'll fuck your whole day up
Like you just read a bad horoscope
I been getting more dough
And spitting more flows
So long that you'd think that
I'd have a fucking sore throat
Call me (?) getting all these whores, though
Old school, watch me tap, tap
They ass like morse code
Oh (Oh)
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Writer(s): Shea Quadri
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