L.$.D. (feat. Big Rigg & K1ng Ka1)

Got that 9 on my side and I'm slanging
Bought a trap phone and that shit be ranging
I want them dead presidents Reagan
Got to get out these streets it's not paying
Ima shoot like a carry a camera
Ima fuck w lil shawty a dancer
Too much smoke in the air I got cancer
And I'm whipping a coupe not a lancer

I'm dropping a four in a Fanta
People cross like their name is the answer
And I shoot for myself take a ransom
Too much smoke in the air I got cancer
And we shot got him dancing like Michael
Where my therapist feel homicidal
Go ahead, pour one out for my rival
There's a river of blood bitch the Nile
And we pimping them hoes single file
Drop that bread on the bed in a pile
Only fuck with the classiest style
When I throw up it's codeine not bile

When I throw up it's codeine not bile
Drop some bread on the bed in a pile
Fuck with bricks like I'm laying down tile
I done stored some more feelings in files

And baby I just wanna roll with you
I know there's some shit that you going through
(I'm hitting your phone to come over too, I know there's some shit that's been holding you)

Money coming in grand, hold it all with them thick rubber bands
Shawty said she wanna ride Panamera
I feel like I'm Tyreek put my hand up

Then some other shit, oh some other shit
I just went and cashed out on my brother's shit
On some other shit, but no brother shit
In my city I'm the one they fucking wit
I'm in London bitch, took a hundred flicks
And these perky's gave me like a hundred ticks

Acting like they fuckin' know us
I stay six steps ahead like it's Covid
Ima roll up a leaf like a clover, cause I don't like myself when I'm sober

And she hit my cell phone to come over
Why she hitting my line I don't know her
And we're floating on Mars like a rover
Cause she rolling that wood like I told her
Cause I told her

Go to prison I'd pop out the same day
I got bitches with me go the same way
Stick to the same won't be no lane change
Never switched it's programmed in my mainframe

Took the long road I know that it's harder
Carry heat like I'm moving with lava
Acting funny like programs in Java
Texting the devil she just need the Prada

Debts you owe to us
Go ahead flick you a Bic you can't hold to us
And Givenchy on me I'm too cold to touch
Tore the love out my heart now I'm holding lust

Got the coldest rush
Don't know who to trust
And I hold all the aces ain't folding us
Like you got COPD don't want smoke with us
These motherfuckers acting like they know us

Acting like they fuckin' know us
I stay six steps ahead like it's Covid
Ima roll up a leaf like a clover, cause I don't like myself when I'm sober

And she hit my cell phone to come over
Why she hitting my line I don't know her
And we're floating on Mars like a rover
Cause she rolling that wood like I told her
Cause I told her

Some melodic shit going on right here
Like modern day Beethoven
Yea