Lol

I came a long way from baggin up popping Percocets
Sit my chains on my shoulder cuz they heavy it hurt my chest
I just made a ten I ain't even go work a sweat
Yo b*tch head fire but the p*ssy ain't worth the stress
I got her in the kitchen stuffin chickens in churches bags
We don't want no fronts what's the ticket we purchase that
In the middle of November send that sh** off in turkey bags
If the plug play around I'm gone book up an murk his a**
Twelve took my glock so I went got the FN stocks an bitcoin
The type of sh** I invest in
I just hit Atalanta I woke up at the Westin
Just had a threesome wit two h*es that was bestfriends

Ahhhhhh Lol
Ahhhhhh b*tch Lol
Ahhhhhh Lol
Pull up on his block an explode let him know it's real

The only thing I know if I get caught is never tell
The police want a statement I took the Pen an wrote "Lol"
Aslong as I don't kill nobody b*tch I'm gettin bail
You ain't even kill nobody why you making deals
My dawg burnt out I told him stop taking pills
This prolly go over his head he gone take em still
Swerving in this big body foreign Jesus take the wheel
Ten thousand dollars all ones them b*tches shakin still
I want heavy cream
Lows came in I paid a rack I want seventeen
Ahhhh come an place your order
I was out west with bro sneakin pints across the boarder

Ahhhhhh Lol
Ahhhhhh b*tch Lol
Ahhhhhh Lol
Pull up on his block an explode let him know it's real



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Writer(s): Brandon Grzeskowiak
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