Lil Lacey
(Talkin bout my pistol
Ain't talkin' to these bitches)
Nigga pointing me out they line-up
Like I gotta filter
How I come or some
Yea Yea
I talk how I want
And my mama who raised me
(That be Lil Lacey)
I get a lil drunk
Hot box a Mercedes
Depend how you act
How I'm gone treat a lady
I get the shit back
So I'm not finna save it
We spinning & popping
We doin it daily
Bitch watch how you talkin'
You got me mistaken
Coming correct on a I.D.
They pointing me out
Only way they can stop me
Pouring Wokhardt in a cup
Full of Hi-C
Talking percentage
No way they can buy me
Baby, just tell me yo fantasies
Mistake him fa me
Ain't no place you would rather be
Baby you caught in the lineup
I'm touching yo body
I'm fucking yo mind up
Tough on the snap
Try to slide up
And bitch we be fishing
We ready to fye it up
Constantly rolling
I never get high enough
Constantly trolling
I'm gone end up blocking her
Got this bitch showing
I'm gone end up popping some
Out on parole
But that shit don't be stopping nothin'
Bumped all the glizzy's
Bad luck with the glocks or some
Baby don't tempt me mistake me
For Opps or somethin'
Baby, I can not control you
Too cold with the handles
I barely could hold you
Got you mistaken
I'm thinking bout the old you
You got me mistaken
I don't even know you
Poppin out cuts I'ma face somethin'
They know how I'm coming
I probably erase somethin'
Don't get caught in the lineup
Won't get you mistaken
You probably gone die or somethin'
Smoking on Opps
Don't match me
Call her baby in a Chevy
We fuck in the back seat
Pretend I'm mistaken
They never gone @ me
I'm done wit my cases
They never gone catch me
Pop out smoke me a wood or somethin'
They pointing me out
Won't confess if I'm doing somethin'
Call Me Lil Lonzo
They know I be shooting somethin'
Police be watching
They know I be moving somethin'
Yea yea
I talk how I want
And my mama who raised me
(That be Lil Lacey)
I get a lil drunk
Hot box a Mercedes
Depend how you act
How I'm gone treat a lady
I get the shit back
So I'm not finna save it
We spinning & popping
We doin it daily
Bitch watch how you talkin'
You got me mistaken
Coming correct on a I.D
They pointing me out
Only way they can stop me
Pouring Wokhardt in a cup
Full of Hi-C
Talking percentage
No way they can buy me
Baby, just tell me yo fantasies
Mistake him fa me
Ain't no place you would rather be
Baby you caught in the lineup
I'm touching yo body
I'm fucking yo mind up
Tough on the snap
Try to slide up
And bitch we be fishing
We ready to fye it up
Constantly rolling
I never get high enough
Constantly trolling
I'm gone end up blocking her
Got this bitch showing
I'm gone end up popping some
Out on parole
But that shit don't be stopping nothin'
Bumped all the glizzy's
Bad luck with the glocks or some
Baby don't tempt me mistake me
For Opps or some
Baby, I can not control you
Too cold with the handles
I barely could hold you
Got you mistaken
I'm thinking bout the old you
You got me mistaken
I don't even know you
Poppin out cuts I'ma face somethin'
They know how I'm coming
I probably erase somethin'
Don't get caught in the lineup
Won't get you mistaken
You probably gone die or somethin'
Yea, Yea
Ain't talkin' to these bitches)
Nigga pointing me out they line-up
Like I gotta filter
How I come or some
Yea Yea
I talk how I want
And my mama who raised me
(That be Lil Lacey)
I get a lil drunk
Hot box a Mercedes
Depend how you act
How I'm gone treat a lady
I get the shit back
So I'm not finna save it
We spinning & popping
We doin it daily
Bitch watch how you talkin'
You got me mistaken
Coming correct on a I.D.
They pointing me out
Only way they can stop me
Pouring Wokhardt in a cup
Full of Hi-C
Talking percentage
No way they can buy me
Baby, just tell me yo fantasies
Mistake him fa me
Ain't no place you would rather be
Baby you caught in the lineup
I'm touching yo body
I'm fucking yo mind up
Tough on the snap
Try to slide up
And bitch we be fishing
We ready to fye it up
Constantly rolling
I never get high enough
Constantly trolling
I'm gone end up blocking her
Got this bitch showing
I'm gone end up popping some
Out on parole
But that shit don't be stopping nothin'
Bumped all the glizzy's
Bad luck with the glocks or some
Baby don't tempt me mistake me
For Opps or somethin'
Baby, I can not control you
Too cold with the handles
I barely could hold you
Got you mistaken
I'm thinking bout the old you
You got me mistaken
I don't even know you
Poppin out cuts I'ma face somethin'
They know how I'm coming
I probably erase somethin'
Don't get caught in the lineup
Won't get you mistaken
You probably gone die or somethin'
Smoking on Opps
Don't match me
Call her baby in a Chevy
We fuck in the back seat
Pretend I'm mistaken
They never gone @ me
I'm done wit my cases
They never gone catch me
Pop out smoke me a wood or somethin'
They pointing me out
Won't confess if I'm doing somethin'
Call Me Lil Lonzo
They know I be shooting somethin'
Police be watching
They know I be moving somethin'
Yea yea
I talk how I want
And my mama who raised me
(That be Lil Lacey)
I get a lil drunk
Hot box a Mercedes
Depend how you act
How I'm gone treat a lady
I get the shit back
So I'm not finna save it
We spinning & popping
We doin it daily
Bitch watch how you talkin'
You got me mistaken
Coming correct on a I.D
They pointing me out
Only way they can stop me
Pouring Wokhardt in a cup
Full of Hi-C
Talking percentage
No way they can buy me
Baby, just tell me yo fantasies
Mistake him fa me
Ain't no place you would rather be
Baby you caught in the lineup
I'm touching yo body
I'm fucking yo mind up
Tough on the snap
Try to slide up
And bitch we be fishing
We ready to fye it up
Constantly rolling
I never get high enough
Constantly trolling
I'm gone end up blocking her
Got this bitch showing
I'm gone end up popping some
Out on parole
But that shit don't be stopping nothin'
Bumped all the glizzy's
Bad luck with the glocks or some
Baby don't tempt me mistake me
For Opps or some
Baby, I can not control you
Too cold with the handles
I barely could hold you
Got you mistaken
I'm thinking bout the old you
You got me mistaken
I don't even know you
Poppin out cuts I'ma face somethin'
They know how I'm coming
I probably erase somethin'
Don't get caught in the lineup
Won't get you mistaken
You probably gone die or somethin'
Yea, Yea
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Writer(s): Damonta Barber
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