LLC (Remix)
Play wit 30s, techs, & drakes that typa shit it turn me on
Please don't let me up this pipe because my demons take control
And when these bullets hit yo body all yo soul gon' do is roam
I can't argue onna net,
that's where my business don't belong...
We drop a window make you shake
and feel the heat out when it's cold
For Jesus sake don't make mistakes,
and grab a plate to whip the stove...
Stack that money till you can't
because yo pockets feelin' swoll,
I got hard and I got white,
it's supa clean it look like snow
You a bop, can't be my wife because you put shit in yo nose
He fuss and fight then talk to pillows man that really ain't my bro
I totted pipes and risked my life for all them nights to up a score
Starved some nights, it wasn't right until I went and grabbed a bowl
Niggas always suppa tough, get in that jam and they gon' fold
This all facts don't needa cap cus I done seen the shit befo'
Lil cous a demon he move sloppy so I call dat nigga Joe
He like 15 he love to fight that's why I let em' tote the pole
Body bagged call it a wrap they put a tag up on yo toe
Do no talking, grab my dick and started sucking that hoe bold,
TMG till I'm 6ft, but I'm sure that you niggas know
Don't needa mask to do a drill, don't got no pitty for a soul
Diss the dead, we want yo head MT come kickin' down that door
Spunt the block and sent some shots to prove I don't be cracking jokes
Catcha body then roll out don't needa tell me where to go.
Go yo way and I go my way we just gon' meet up at the loke
You go yo way, I go my way
We just gon' meet up at the loke
I take my take you take yo take
If he get greedy cut es throat
Play wit 30s, techs, & drakes that typa shit it turn me on
Please don't let me up this pipe because my demons take control
And when these bullets hit yo body all yo soul gon' do is roam
I can't argue onna net,
that's where my business don't belong...
We drop a window make you shake
and feel the heat out when it's cold
For Jesus sake don't make mistakes,
and grab a plate to whip the stove...
Stack that money till you can't
because yo pockets feelin' swoll,
I got hard and I got white,
it's supa clean it look like snow
You a bop, can't be my wife because you put shit in yo nose
He fuss and fight then talk to pillows man that really ain't my bro
I totted pipes and risked my life for all them nights to up a score
Starved some nights, it wasn't right until I went and grabbed a bowl
Please don't let me up this pipe because my demons take control
And when these bullets hit yo body all yo soul gon' do is roam
I can't argue onna net,
that's where my business don't belong...
We drop a window make you shake
and feel the heat out when it's cold
For Jesus sake don't make mistakes,
and grab a plate to whip the stove...
Stack that money till you can't
because yo pockets feelin' swoll,
I got hard and I got white,
it's supa clean it look like snow
You a bop, can't be my wife because you put shit in yo nose
He fuss and fight then talk to pillows man that really ain't my bro
I totted pipes and risked my life for all them nights to up a score
Starved some nights, it wasn't right until I went and grabbed a bowl
Niggas always suppa tough, get in that jam and they gon' fold
This all facts don't needa cap cus I done seen the shit befo'
Lil cous a demon he move sloppy so I call dat nigga Joe
He like 15 he love to fight that's why I let em' tote the pole
Body bagged call it a wrap they put a tag up on yo toe
Do no talking, grab my dick and started sucking that hoe bold,
TMG till I'm 6ft, but I'm sure that you niggas know
Don't needa mask to do a drill, don't got no pitty for a soul
Diss the dead, we want yo head MT come kickin' down that door
Spunt the block and sent some shots to prove I don't be cracking jokes
Catcha body then roll out don't needa tell me where to go.
Go yo way and I go my way we just gon' meet up at the loke
You go yo way, I go my way
We just gon' meet up at the loke
I take my take you take yo take
If he get greedy cut es throat
Play wit 30s, techs, & drakes that typa shit it turn me on
Please don't let me up this pipe because my demons take control
And when these bullets hit yo body all yo soul gon' do is roam
I can't argue onna net,
that's where my business don't belong...
We drop a window make you shake
and feel the heat out when it's cold
For Jesus sake don't make mistakes,
and grab a plate to whip the stove...
Stack that money till you can't
because yo pockets feelin' swoll,
I got hard and I got white,
it's supa clean it look like snow
You a bop, can't be my wife because you put shit in yo nose
He fuss and fight then talk to pillows man that really ain't my bro
I totted pipes and risked my life for all them nights to up a score
Starved some nights, it wasn't right until I went and grabbed a bowl
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Writer(s): Isaiah Alston
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