Lit Loner
Ridin' wit some shooters
Yeah
Me, myself, and I the shooters
I be riding wit some shooters
Me, myself, and I the shooters
I be riding with them ni**as
Me, myself, and I them ni**as
Ridin' wit some shooters
Me, myself, and I the shooters
I be riding with them ni**as
Me, myself, and I them ni**as
I be by my lonely
I be by my lonely
Hey
Ain't no testimony
Ain't no testimony
No way
I be by my lonely
I be by my lonely
Hey
Ain't no testimony
Ain't no testimony
No way
I be by my lonely
Hey, hey
Crack soul got em
Yay, yay
Bro died like no way
God called?
Like no way
It ain't my time fuck that
Sleep death don't trust that
If they bust
Better bust back
Or you Mitch bitch
No lunch back
She throw it back gottah truck that
Back shots give her hunch back
Your bitch like a lunch pack
While my bitch like a kit-kat
That's a snack ni**a no cap
For the rats set a mouse trap
That's a glock wit a pen latch
It'll "snick, clack" then break necks
Fuck last ni**a I'm next
Cuz' no bread make me vexed
I love the art but I need a check
Kids too but I need a check
Pardon me I don't mean to flex
But I love money to death
Pardon me I don't mean to flex
But I love money to death
Yeah
That's just something slight for y'all
Yeah
They goin' get it one day
Right now
Now I gottah flex keys on ni**as
Yeah
Me, myself, and I the shooters
I be riding wit some shooters
Me, myself, and I the shooters
I be riding with them ni**as
Me, myself, and I them ni**as
Ridin' wit some shooters
Me, myself, and I the shooters
I be riding with them ni**as
Me, myself, and I them ni**as
I be by my lonely
I be by my lonely
Hey
Ain't no testimony
Ain't no testimony
No way
I be by my lonely
I be by my lonely
Hey
Ain't no testimony
Ain't no testimony
No way
I be by my lonely
Hey, hey
Crack soul got em
Yay, yay
Bro died like no way
God called?
Like no way
It ain't my time fuck that
Sleep death don't trust that
If they bust
Better bust back
Or you Mitch bitch
No lunch back
She throw it back gottah truck that
Back shots give her hunch back
Your bitch like a lunch pack
While my bitch like a kit-kat
That's a snack ni**a no cap
For the rats set a mouse trap
That's a glock wit a pen latch
It'll "snick, clack" then break necks
Fuck last ni**a I'm next
Cuz' no bread make me vexed
I love the art but I need a check
Kids too but I need a check
Pardon me I don't mean to flex
But I love money to death
Pardon me I don't mean to flex
But I love money to death
Yeah
That's just something slight for y'all
Yeah
They goin' get it one day
Right now
Now I gottah flex keys on ni**as
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Writer(s): Keenan Marbury
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