Never Lack!
C3 young king to the LV, look
I've been shootin for the stars, I won't miss
Diamonds dancing audemars, foreign whips
Get my bitch whatever she want, king shit
Tip toein with the glock on my hip aye
I done got it out the mud nigga them triggers get tapped
All my niggas is rillas we out here flipping jungle packs
The hood on my shoulders and the gang go tit for tat
The hood on my shoulders, hard body I never lack
Corona stopped yo grind, you never had one
Fuck a quarantine, it's war in the streets, on my dead ones
They come totin' mop sticks, screamin murder
Had a dream they tried to line me up ain't no clippers
It's goin crazy in the world so I'm gone keep it tucked
I'll be a killer before a victim, don't give a fuck
To heaven is where I send him if he want smoke w us
223s to his belly, he want a tummy tuck
And I don't be bangin, I'm foldin niggas dolo
I come from the shoulders dust em off he wanted to rumble
Do what I need, I need to get up out the war zone
For all my departed I keep it tucked so I can make it home
I've been shootin for the stars, I won't miss
Diamonds dancing audemars, foreign whips
Get my bitch whatever she want, king shit
Tip toein with the glock on my hip aye
I done got it out the mud nigga them triggers get tapped
All my niggas is rillas we out here flipping jungle packs
The hood on my shoulders and the gang go tit for tat
The hood on my shoulders, hard body I never lack
Got a chip on my shoulder all these niggas will get clapped
Stone cold like a boulder, rolling up this new pack
Two mixed bitches, call em both chex; They a snack
They know I gotta put the hood on my back
It's 2021, fuck is up
I gotta grind for all my dead ones and my murderers
I pop my shit cuz they been yawning, never heard of us
Pop yo ears when I'm on the mic,I'm tryna take us to the top of new heights
Living my life, I gotta get it
I shoot off wit these 223s and I'm near the finish
Told her hold my dick, this clip extended
Don't panic baby, them feds gon trip
If she ain't riding and dying behind my name then I can't wife up shit
I've been shootin for the stars, I won't miss
Diamonds dancing audemars, foreign whips
Get my bitch whatever she want, king shit
Tip toein with the glock on my hip aye
I done got it out the mud nigga them triggers get tapped
All my niggas is rillas we out here flipping jungle packs
The hood on my shoulders and the gang go tit for tat
The hood on my shoulders, hard body I never lack
I've been shootin for the stars, I won't miss
Diamonds dancing audemars, foreign whips
Get my bitch whatever she want, king shit
Tip toein with the glock on my hip aye
I done got it out the mud nigga them triggers get tapped
All my niggas is rillas we out here flipping jungle packs
The hood on my shoulders and the gang go tit for tat
The hood on my shoulders, hard body I never lack
Corona stopped yo grind, you never had one
Fuck a quarantine, it's war in the streets, on my dead ones
They come totin' mop sticks, screamin murder
Had a dream they tried to line me up ain't no clippers
It's goin crazy in the world so I'm gone keep it tucked
I'll be a killer before a victim, don't give a fuck
To heaven is where I send him if he want smoke w us
223s to his belly, he want a tummy tuck
And I don't be bangin, I'm foldin niggas dolo
I come from the shoulders dust em off he wanted to rumble
Do what I need, I need to get up out the war zone
For all my departed I keep it tucked so I can make it home
I've been shootin for the stars, I won't miss
Diamonds dancing audemars, foreign whips
Get my bitch whatever she want, king shit
Tip toein with the glock on my hip aye
I done got it out the mud nigga them triggers get tapped
All my niggas is rillas we out here flipping jungle packs
The hood on my shoulders and the gang go tit for tat
The hood on my shoulders, hard body I never lack
Got a chip on my shoulder all these niggas will get clapped
Stone cold like a boulder, rolling up this new pack
Two mixed bitches, call em both chex; They a snack
They know I gotta put the hood on my back
It's 2021, fuck is up
I gotta grind for all my dead ones and my murderers
I pop my shit cuz they been yawning, never heard of us
Pop yo ears when I'm on the mic,I'm tryna take us to the top of new heights
Living my life, I gotta get it
I shoot off wit these 223s and I'm near the finish
Told her hold my dick, this clip extended
Don't panic baby, them feds gon trip
If she ain't riding and dying behind my name then I can't wife up shit
I've been shootin for the stars, I won't miss
Diamonds dancing audemars, foreign whips
Get my bitch whatever she want, king shit
Tip toein with the glock on my hip aye
I done got it out the mud nigga them triggers get tapped
All my niggas is rillas we out here flipping jungle packs
The hood on my shoulders and the gang go tit for tat
The hood on my shoulders, hard body I never lack
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Writer(s): Charles Durr
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