Lobotomy (feat. 1Oneam)
Ha
Gas in my lungs
I might need some tums, ha
Eat it when I'm done
Countin' these racks all just for fun
And yo' boyfriend is a bum, told that nigga stay his lane
I told brodie watch yo' mouth, I'll fuckin' snatch yo' chain, ha
Brodie, where you lay, ha
Smokin' everyday, ha
Ran it up like ten bands, nigga, how much you make today? Yuh
Walk in the bank today, ha
Yo' bitch, she saying my name, ha
Walk in that bitch, say dang, yuh
Turn on lil' Zen, it's flames
Know we popping
Walk in that bitch and we pop it, ha
Flippin' that pack, and I lock it, ha
My niggas up like a rocket, ha
Told lil' broke nigga stop it, ha
How much you got in yo' wallet? Ha
Told lil' cappin' nigga stop it, ha
Money go up and I watch it, ha
Nigga, I'm goin' and you watching, ha
Walk in that bitch and I'm laughing, ha
Pull out them racks and she dancing, ha
I get them racks and the backend, ha
Boo-hoo, bro, what happened? Ha
Boo-hoo, bro, you capping
Smokin', I'm sleep, so high I'm laughing
Living the dream, lil' boy, you laughing
Go
Money team, let's stand up
Real nigga, I'm real stand up
I'm in the club when I put my hands up
They say I'm cold, man, I'm so damn rough
Poppin' that bean, I get a rush
This bitch wanna ride on my shit
I don't even write my shit
Just press record, that's it
Like a new BBL, bitch sit down
Sniff the white up like a Bloodhound
He talkin' that shit 'til he go down
Lil' nigga scared of them gun sounds
Took a big ass bus, no Greyhound
I'm outside at the right hour
I'm smoking this sticky and it's so sour
Pass me the blicky, hit him with the power
I get these plaques, so niggas better honor
You wanted them racks? Then you can't be a coward
I get the ice and it's dripping on me like shower
Said she wanna be as rich as me, don't doubt her
Bitch gon' lie to me
Bitch, look at my wallet, cheese
They know my pockets green
You still in poverty
That shit is comedy
My stats look like stocks to me
I want my apology
I do hollow tip lobotomy
So fuck niggas don't bother me
You ain't no OG, you ain't no god to me
My bitch so into astrology
Big ass chop with a big ass beam, hmm
Hmm, oh
Let's go
Gas in my lungs
I might need some tums, ha
Eat it when I'm done
Countin' these racks all just for fun
And yo' boyfriend is a bum, told that nigga stay his lane
I told brodie watch yo' mouth, I'll fuckin' snatch yo' chain, ha
Brodie, where you lay, ha
Smokin' everyday, ha
Ran it up like ten bands, nigga, how much you make today? Yuh
Walk in the bank today, ha
Yo' bitch, she saying my name, ha
Walk in that bitch, say dang, yuh
Turn on lil' Zen, it's flames
Know we popping
Walk in that bitch and we pop it, ha
Flippin' that pack, and I lock it, ha
My niggas up like a rocket, ha
Told lil' broke nigga stop it, ha
How much you got in yo' wallet? Ha
Told lil' cappin' nigga stop it, ha
Money go up and I watch it, ha
Nigga, I'm goin' and you watching, ha
Walk in that bitch and I'm laughing, ha
Pull out them racks and she dancing, ha
I get them racks and the backend, ha
Boo-hoo, bro, what happened? Ha
Boo-hoo, bro, you capping
Smokin', I'm sleep, so high I'm laughing
Living the dream, lil' boy, you laughing
Go
Money team, let's stand up
Real nigga, I'm real stand up
I'm in the club when I put my hands up
They say I'm cold, man, I'm so damn rough
Poppin' that bean, I get a rush
This bitch wanna ride on my shit
I don't even write my shit
Just press record, that's it
Like a new BBL, bitch sit down
Sniff the white up like a Bloodhound
He talkin' that shit 'til he go down
Lil' nigga scared of them gun sounds
Took a big ass bus, no Greyhound
I'm outside at the right hour
I'm smoking this sticky and it's so sour
Pass me the blicky, hit him with the power
I get these plaques, so niggas better honor
You wanted them racks? Then you can't be a coward
I get the ice and it's dripping on me like shower
Said she wanna be as rich as me, don't doubt her
Bitch gon' lie to me
Bitch, look at my wallet, cheese
They know my pockets green
You still in poverty
That shit is comedy
My stats look like stocks to me
I want my apology
I do hollow tip lobotomy
So fuck niggas don't bother me
You ain't no OG, you ain't no god to me
My bitch so into astrology
Big ass chop with a big ass beam, hmm
Hmm, oh
Let's go
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