Cst
Gotta green beam aiming at yo dome top
Go drop a body then I go get some good top
Working at lids I stay aiming at the fitted
This is real life bruh this ain't scripted
Fake thugs post the straps on the Snapchat
But in real life bruh who finna blab that?
I don't give a fuck about these fake ass thugs
I'll catch fades lil bitch put em up
Creepin through yo block call me Jason
Ya mans onna shirt so you know we ain't playing
Lil loc bitch had to step on the scene
Fat boy with a fat clip I keep it on me
Fifty round drum sum like a drummer man
Gang masked up creepin ina sprinter van
Fucking with suckahs yo soul will be lifted
Always head first cuz the brothers be tripping
March eigth zero two momma made a LOC
Pass the g-man ima make da bitch blow
Ima make the bitch blow
All headshots gotta beam to yo fro bitch
Gotta beam to yo fro
Ima make the bitch blow
Gotta beam to yo fro
Hallows will paint your face like a clown
No suspects cuz we did it when no ones around
Fuck all the suckahs I know they envy me
So I smile at em so they see the gold teeth
Tap in if you need that verse hit my line
If it ain't boutta bag ima decline
All black masked up yeah my goons ready
There's no coming back this life is deadly
LIL LOC
Ima real dawg bitch you better ask bout me
Go drop a body then I go get some good top
Working at lids I stay aiming at the fitted
This is real life bruh this ain't scripted
Fake thugs post the straps on the Snapchat
But in real life bruh who finna blab that?
I don't give a fuck about these fake ass thugs
I'll catch fades lil bitch put em up
Creepin through yo block call me Jason
Ya mans onna shirt so you know we ain't playing
Lil loc bitch had to step on the scene
Fat boy with a fat clip I keep it on me
Fifty round drum sum like a drummer man
Gang masked up creepin ina sprinter van
Fucking with suckahs yo soul will be lifted
Always head first cuz the brothers be tripping
March eigth zero two momma made a LOC
Pass the g-man ima make da bitch blow
Ima make the bitch blow
All headshots gotta beam to yo fro bitch
Gotta beam to yo fro
Ima make the bitch blow
Gotta beam to yo fro
Hallows will paint your face like a clown
No suspects cuz we did it when no ones around
Fuck all the suckahs I know they envy me
So I smile at em so they see the gold teeth
Tap in if you need that verse hit my line
If it ain't boutta bag ima decline
All black masked up yeah my goons ready
There's no coming back this life is deadly
LIL LOC
Ima real dawg bitch you better ask bout me
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Writer(s): Anthony Hart
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