Lz Up
Huh
Boaw (M2K)
Gang
(Suck my fick)
Lz up
I told my brother to go pick them shellz up
He said if they come just go put that bail up
What they gon tell us? (What they gon tell us like?)
If you not tryna drill shut the hell up
I ain't the loc but they know we gon sail up
Double 9 grab the wheel he won't fail us
Push on the gas, if the cops try to trail us
Fuck all the opps get your bread up
Promise my brothers to win so you know i can't let up (I Can't)
Smoke a opp we done turned him to pressure
Free all the guyz im still writing them letters (Facts)
In the field, gotta walk with my head up
Don't got your pole, then you might just get wet up (On gang)
Top opp, these niggas be fessed up
Fuck with the opps and i might get you setup
Niggas aint really on nothing
Niggas just get on the net and be bluffing
They moving dusty until we start dumping
Yeah we gon' dust em (Yeah we gon dust em like)
When i scream out Lz up, they be running
Dot on his head yeah he thought he could duck it (Like what)
And they way that i feel it's like fuck it
Don't come around i shoot uncles & cousin's (That's facts)
Bet' not get caught up in traffic
I know the opps they can't wait till i'm lacking (They cant)
This time around ima up it and blast it
Fuck all this rapping (Like fuck it)
Dont hang out, like you don't know what happen
I get the throwing, like i'm playing madden
Oh it's lit? He get dumped like he ashes
Every Y Shot, don't get put in a casket (Every Y Shot!)
Niggas get shot being mixy
Love all my olah's but fuck with my crippy's (AyoCig)
They know my body might shoot out the renty
Pussy come get me (Pussy come get me like)
Shoot at me and you better not miss me
Big LNF they know we run the city (Lz up)
Oh he gunning? That nigga a bixty
Still busting UE's like it's still 2020 (Gang)
Can't name a nigga who made me
Shots gon be fired if he think he gon play me
She did the bro & she wanna be my lady
Bitch is you Crazy (Bitch is you crazy like)
I get high like the fiends in the 80's (Dopeee)
E712 Yeah that shit got me lazy
Ima addict just telling you baby
I told her to beat it and now that bitch hate me (That's facts)
Niggas be moving too shady
Said they gon kill me but none of that faze me(Like what)
Don't try to run up I'm walking with Amy
Thats on a daily (That's on a daily like)
Ain't bout money, it's fuck you pay me
Catch me a zoe, i ain't talking bout Haiti (Nah)
Up in traffic I'm throwing like Brady
It is what it is cus the judge tryna slay me
Score then we shoot at the witness
Fuck all this rapping I'm still in the trenches (Facts)
Niggas get hit up & turn into snitches
Niggas be bitches (Niggas be bitches like)
Spin the Gz & we hopping them fences (Gang)
Screaming Lz up so they know that we did it (Lz Up)
Better ask bitch they know we the realist
Every Y shot we the real opposition (Every Y Shot!)
Niggas dont really be with it
Man get the fuck out the whip if you ain't with the drilling (Get Out)
Off a pill, man you don't know the feeling
I'm nodding & scratching, still itchin' to kill him (Facts)
They gon act but they know that we hit him
Try to spin us & they know we gon spin em
Brody spinning you know that im with him
I back out my ratchet you know ima clip him
Suck my dick
Lz up
Lz Lz
Gang
Boaw (M2K)
Gang
(Suck my fick)
Lz up
I told my brother to go pick them shellz up
He said if they come just go put that bail up
What they gon tell us? (What they gon tell us like?)
If you not tryna drill shut the hell up
I ain't the loc but they know we gon sail up
Double 9 grab the wheel he won't fail us
Push on the gas, if the cops try to trail us
Fuck all the opps get your bread up
Promise my brothers to win so you know i can't let up (I Can't)
Smoke a opp we done turned him to pressure
Free all the guyz im still writing them letters (Facts)
In the field, gotta walk with my head up
Don't got your pole, then you might just get wet up (On gang)
Top opp, these niggas be fessed up
Fuck with the opps and i might get you setup
Niggas aint really on nothing
Niggas just get on the net and be bluffing
They moving dusty until we start dumping
Yeah we gon' dust em (Yeah we gon dust em like)
When i scream out Lz up, they be running
Dot on his head yeah he thought he could duck it (Like what)
And they way that i feel it's like fuck it
Don't come around i shoot uncles & cousin's (That's facts)
Bet' not get caught up in traffic
I know the opps they can't wait till i'm lacking (They cant)
This time around ima up it and blast it
Fuck all this rapping (Like fuck it)
Dont hang out, like you don't know what happen
I get the throwing, like i'm playing madden
Oh it's lit? He get dumped like he ashes
Every Y Shot, don't get put in a casket (Every Y Shot!)
Niggas get shot being mixy
Love all my olah's but fuck with my crippy's (AyoCig)
They know my body might shoot out the renty
Pussy come get me (Pussy come get me like)
Shoot at me and you better not miss me
Big LNF they know we run the city (Lz up)
Oh he gunning? That nigga a bixty
Still busting UE's like it's still 2020 (Gang)
Can't name a nigga who made me
Shots gon be fired if he think he gon play me
She did the bro & she wanna be my lady
Bitch is you Crazy (Bitch is you crazy like)
I get high like the fiends in the 80's (Dopeee)
E712 Yeah that shit got me lazy
Ima addict just telling you baby
I told her to beat it and now that bitch hate me (That's facts)
Niggas be moving too shady
Said they gon kill me but none of that faze me(Like what)
Don't try to run up I'm walking with Amy
Thats on a daily (That's on a daily like)
Ain't bout money, it's fuck you pay me
Catch me a zoe, i ain't talking bout Haiti (Nah)
Up in traffic I'm throwing like Brady
It is what it is cus the judge tryna slay me
Score then we shoot at the witness
Fuck all this rapping I'm still in the trenches (Facts)
Niggas get hit up & turn into snitches
Niggas be bitches (Niggas be bitches like)
Spin the Gz & we hopping them fences (Gang)
Screaming Lz up so they know that we did it (Lz Up)
Better ask bitch they know we the realist
Every Y shot we the real opposition (Every Y Shot!)
Niggas dont really be with it
Man get the fuck out the whip if you ain't with the drilling (Get Out)
Off a pill, man you don't know the feeling
I'm nodding & scratching, still itchin' to kill him (Facts)
They gon act but they know that we hit him
Try to spin us & they know we gon spin em
Brody spinning you know that im with him
I back out my ratchet you know ima clip him
Suck my dick
Lz up
Lz Lz
Gang
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