L's

Got two L's up in my name but we can't stand these losses tho
Need to add me some W's for the M's we making now
Seen em' chopping on the block, distributing all the snow
Conversations with my demons plotting how we'll make it out

Hold his glock down
We out the block now
We got his drop now
Pop now
We bout' to pop now
We never going down
Pussy drowned
Say she love my sound
Banged her on the lounge
Hunnid rounds
Shoot a hunnid rounds
Shoot (Grrr pow)

I take a mix of that potion
Drink up the bottle we posted
Got a bad bitch she Latina (Huh)(Yeah)
She took a puff of that reefa
Got in a phantom no beamer
I'm getting hotter no steamer (Huh) (Yeah)
We eating good no feast
Need Amiri on my jeans
Put the dot on the beam
Rocking Gucci and Celine
Serving candy to the fiens
We born to lose, but we bout' to win
Never fucked a 6, only fuck with 10's
I ain't from the Six but I'm God's plan (Huh)
Got me some Chrome in the denim
All of these hoes be jealous (Yeah)
They hate cuz' they know I'm a menace

Got two L's up in my name but we can't stand these losses tho
Need to add me some W's for the M's we making now
Seen em' chopping on the block, distributing all the snow
Conversations with my demons plotting how we'll make it out

Make it out
Yeah
Make it out



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Hannani
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