LOASB
(Okay Embasin, whatever)
All this shit I've done for them
I'm thinking they're starting to forget (Huh)
Like who put they heart in this shit? (They heart)
I'm putting the dark on the strip (Dark)
I see the narcs hit the fence, we had the narcs on the bench
We had it hard and aint bitch (No)
That nigga aint fighting he bitch
We still upping chops' on the rip
S550 tints when we bend
Thought you loved me it make no sense
Heard he hate me I aint worried bout' shit
Wanna kill me I aint worried bout shit (Nah)
Used to cry aint never had shit
Give some bands to the fam' I did (I did)
So much killings goin down in my strip (My strip)
So much feelings got lost in my strip
Grip I might toss from the hip
Better get back or get hit with this Smith
Put a beam on this shit I can't miss
Give the glock to my muddy assist
Give the drugs to my buddy you dipped
On the block they still love me im lit
I cant lack, where the fuck was all these niggas at
Got this 30, on me I cant lack
Paid in front you know Im moving tact'
Up a 50. make em' run some laps (On god)
Keep clickin till that boy collapse
We gon' spin em put him in a pack
It get deadly on the strip, it get messy when we spin
Spin a
Spin a
Spin again, uppin' 50s uppin bands
If I up it I wont let up, keep barettas for the setup
Put the vest up, hit from neck up
Niggas bitches, niggas actin
They aint do shit to see this shit happen
Drippin' in Ricky get killed for the fashion
They aint do shit that I did
They aint see shit that I saw
My little brodie gon' rush em
up wit the FNs and Kel-Tecs they brush em'
Fuck that nigga make that boy a pack
Fucked up ten thousand just at Saks
He no killa he just rappin, Bet that boy cap in his captions
But (Uh uh) my niggas don't play bout' nun
Tell opp mother better save his son
Tell her opp brother better have a gun
Four-five Ricky rip em make em run
My nigga gon' spin until he see the sun
Only on the runway will I ever run
Lil bro keep clicking till that shit is done
All this shit I've done for them
I'm thinking they're starting to forget (Huh)
Like who put they heart in this shit?
Im putting the dark on the strip
I see the narcs hit the fence, we had the narcs on the bench
We had it hard and aint bitch
That nigga aint fighting he bitch
All this shit I've done for them
I'm thinking they're starting to forget (Huh)
Like who put they heart in this shit? (They heart)
I'm putting the dark on the strip (Dark)
I see the narcs hit the fence, we had the narcs on the bench
We had it hard and aint bitch (No)
That nigga aint fighting he bitch
We still upping chops' on the rip
S550 tints when we bend
Thought you loved me it make no sense
Heard he hate me I aint worried bout' shit
Wanna kill me I aint worried bout shit (Nah)
Used to cry aint never had shit
Give some bands to the fam' I did (I did)
So much killings goin down in my strip (My strip)
So much feelings got lost in my strip
Grip I might toss from the hip
Better get back or get hit with this Smith
Put a beam on this shit I can't miss
Give the glock to my muddy assist
Give the drugs to my buddy you dipped
On the block they still love me im lit
I cant lack, where the fuck was all these niggas at
Got this 30, on me I cant lack
Paid in front you know Im moving tact'
Up a 50. make em' run some laps (On god)
Keep clickin till that boy collapse
We gon' spin em put him in a pack
It get deadly on the strip, it get messy when we spin
Spin a
Spin a
Spin again, uppin' 50s uppin bands
If I up it I wont let up, keep barettas for the setup
Put the vest up, hit from neck up
Niggas bitches, niggas actin
They aint do shit to see this shit happen
Drippin' in Ricky get killed for the fashion
They aint do shit that I did
They aint see shit that I saw
My little brodie gon' rush em
up wit the FNs and Kel-Tecs they brush em'
Fuck that nigga make that boy a pack
Fucked up ten thousand just at Saks
He no killa he just rappin, Bet that boy cap in his captions
But (Uh uh) my niggas don't play bout' nun
Tell opp mother better save his son
Tell her opp brother better have a gun
Four-five Ricky rip em make em run
My nigga gon' spin until he see the sun
Only on the runway will I ever run
Lil bro keep clicking till that shit is done
All this shit I've done for them
I'm thinking they're starting to forget (Huh)
Like who put they heart in this shit?
Im putting the dark on the strip
I see the narcs hit the fence, we had the narcs on the bench
We had it hard and aint bitch
That nigga aint fighting he bitch
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Writer(s): Lite Fortunato
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