Lux's Story
Pressure, hold on lemme get right
TYB shit, HQM shit, BTN shit
I ain't really gotta say too much
But I'ma tell y'all a lil story though
Say this is the realest shit a nigga ever wrote
Let me run you down 'bout this lil story, but not every quote
'Cause if I did then I'll be talkin' to y'all all day
But man first thing's first let tell you 'bout this dream, damn
Looking at imaginary stars on my small ceiling, palms itchin'
Thinkin' what's this feeling, I'm like, "What the fuck, what's wrong with my hands?"
Then I had to come to my senses and say go get it
I won't stop until I'm finished; even though I'm living broke man I still feel replenished
Without a dollar I'm just stuck I can't make a move
Should I Kodak bop it, hit a nigga wit' the stick n' move
Blam blam nigga grip dat tool, if ya snooze nigga you gone lose
I might put a nigga on da news
Since I'm in 'dis rap shit now I can fuck any bitch
Ain't no cuffin' I just fuck her, drop her off on da strip
My phone steady ringin', that's Gwopina callin' while these bitches stalkin'
She hit my line, she say me, her and gang never fallin'
On some "way up" shit, getcha stakes up jit
You wanna flex? Wanna splurge? Then getcha weight up bih
Tryna get my cake up n' shit, ain't no "lay up" shit
Nuski lob dat bitch up man I go OBJ on a bih
Dis that pressure... ya feel me
I'm in da booth right now nigga, for real
They already know how I'm coming
I ain't really gotta speak on too much... niggas already know what's hitting for though
But for real though lemme get right though, lemme get right
I keep two freaks like Hefner and they droolin' on da dick
Why they grabbin' on my sweater?
Is it 'cause I'm hot like da weather? I don't know my nigga, you tell me
You on Ciroc, I'm on Belly, blowin' Ferb like Perry
They tried to knock me off my hi' horse but my stables too high
And my niggas too hi', we tryna take trips to Dubai
But for now we round da town puttin' it down like we 'pose to
Don't be talkin' 'bout me if you gone be quiet when I approach you
Don't tell me what'chu gone do, lil bitch step the fuck back
Before you getcho ass smacked, I ain't playin' bitch I'm wit' dat
I ain't playin bitch I'm wit dat, I ain't playin bitch I'm wit dat
When I took dat trip down da road man dat shit got me right
And now I'm out in da streets, my people think I ain't doin' right but I'm straight
They think I'm outchea totin, knockin' niggas off for dey pay
If you don't like it then it's fuck ya nigga have a nice day
TYB shit, HQM shit, BTN shit
I ain't really gotta say too much
But I'ma tell y'all a lil story though
Say this is the realest shit a nigga ever wrote
Let me run you down 'bout this lil story, but not every quote
'Cause if I did then I'll be talkin' to y'all all day
But man first thing's first let tell you 'bout this dream, damn
Looking at imaginary stars on my small ceiling, palms itchin'
Thinkin' what's this feeling, I'm like, "What the fuck, what's wrong with my hands?"
Then I had to come to my senses and say go get it
I won't stop until I'm finished; even though I'm living broke man I still feel replenished
Without a dollar I'm just stuck I can't make a move
Should I Kodak bop it, hit a nigga wit' the stick n' move
Blam blam nigga grip dat tool, if ya snooze nigga you gone lose
I might put a nigga on da news
Since I'm in 'dis rap shit now I can fuck any bitch
Ain't no cuffin' I just fuck her, drop her off on da strip
My phone steady ringin', that's Gwopina callin' while these bitches stalkin'
She hit my line, she say me, her and gang never fallin'
On some "way up" shit, getcha stakes up jit
You wanna flex? Wanna splurge? Then getcha weight up bih
Tryna get my cake up n' shit, ain't no "lay up" shit
Nuski lob dat bitch up man I go OBJ on a bih
Dis that pressure... ya feel me
I'm in da booth right now nigga, for real
They already know how I'm coming
I ain't really gotta speak on too much... niggas already know what's hitting for though
But for real though lemme get right though, lemme get right
I keep two freaks like Hefner and they droolin' on da dick
Why they grabbin' on my sweater?
Is it 'cause I'm hot like da weather? I don't know my nigga, you tell me
You on Ciroc, I'm on Belly, blowin' Ferb like Perry
They tried to knock me off my hi' horse but my stables too high
And my niggas too hi', we tryna take trips to Dubai
But for now we round da town puttin' it down like we 'pose to
Don't be talkin' 'bout me if you gone be quiet when I approach you
Don't tell me what'chu gone do, lil bitch step the fuck back
Before you getcho ass smacked, I ain't playin' bitch I'm wit' dat
I ain't playin bitch I'm wit dat, I ain't playin bitch I'm wit dat
When I took dat trip down da road man dat shit got me right
And now I'm out in da streets, my people think I ain't doin' right but I'm straight
They think I'm outchea totin, knockin' niggas off for dey pay
If you don't like it then it's fuck ya nigga have a nice day
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Writer(s): Davon Amaker
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