Just talking shit freestyle
We don't fuck with broke niggas
All my niggas dope dealers
All we do is smoke killa
Bitch lets see who's fuckin realer
Got the nine millimeter
Point it at your face
Not your sneakers
All yall niggas dope dealers
Nah yall niggaz fake niggas
I see bunch of broke niggaz
Guess i gotta close my eyes
I see bunch of broke niggaz
And broke niggaz deserve to die
Look up in my fucking eyes
Nigga gon' be fucking high
Ecstasy in my brain
Gotta nigga goin insane
Man I'm posted on the block
And this shit don't fucking stop
Rocks in my socks
But thats an every day plot
Niggaz wanna plot
Run up and end up getting robbed
Yea end up getting robbed
End up getting shot
Put this nigga in the grave
Till this nigga rot
Look at the clock
Nigga my time to shine
My time to get on my grind
My time to win nigga
No time to fuckin lose
Check out my two hundred dollars shoes
No i don't own no trues
But really i stay true
To my gang
To my game
To my name
Yeah thats me bitch
It's LT bitch
What it do bitch
All yall niggaz fake
Don't got a clue to this
Yea bitch
This is LT
And this is loud pack
Bitch I'm smoking kushy
Man who with me
Tell the cops come and get me
I smoke plenty
On the block weekly
All yall niggaz weaklings
Why yall tryna fuck with me
Forty five ain't no bb
Why yall niggaz wack niggas
Why yall niggaz broke niggaz
All my niggas dope dealers
All we do is smoke killa
Bitch lets see who's fuckin realer
Got the nine millimeter
Point it at your face
Not your sneakers
All yall niggas dope dealers
Nah yall niggaz fake niggas
I see bunch of broke niggaz
Guess i gotta close my eyes
I see bunch of broke niggaz
And broke niggaz deserve to die
Look up in my fucking eyes
Nigga gon' be fucking high
Ecstasy in my brain
Gotta nigga goin insane
Man I'm posted on the block
And this shit don't fucking stop
Rocks in my socks
But thats an every day plot
Niggaz wanna plot
Run up and end up getting robbed
Yea end up getting robbed
End up getting shot
Put this nigga in the grave
Till this nigga rot
Look at the clock
Nigga my time to shine
My time to get on my grind
My time to win nigga
No time to fuckin lose
Check out my two hundred dollars shoes
No i don't own no trues
But really i stay true
To my gang
To my game
To my name
Yeah thats me bitch
It's LT bitch
What it do bitch
All yall niggaz fake
Don't got a clue to this
Yea bitch
This is LT
And this is loud pack
Bitch I'm smoking kushy
Man who with me
Tell the cops come and get me
I smoke plenty
On the block weekly
All yall niggaz weaklings
Why yall tryna fuck with me
Forty five ain't no bb
Why yall niggaz wack niggas
Why yall niggaz broke niggaz
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Writer(s): Eddie Castrejon
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