LWLH?

(Enviyon On The Mix)
(Leeky)

Aye
Like what? Like how?
I'm never gon' turn this around
We turning up, not turning down
.40 Cal and it's stuck on my waist
We in the car, we finna go spray
Bitch, I'm with Leeky we finna go and fly out of state
On my grandma we chasing the cake

I said, niggas they know
Check me out
We just finna go blow, we is not backing down
I know my silencer don't make a sound
We got thirties and .40 Cal, fifty some' rounds
It's nighttime
On gang, we slide, we move like some ninjas ain't making a sound
If he start running like Ricky, I look at Lil B.O.L.O., start laughing,
and then I walk him down
I got me a bitch with a booty so big that I'm finna jump in and I don't give no fuck
If he run, then his ass out of luck
30 stick, if I put on a switchy you done
We smoking, that shit was for fun, like
Said we smoking, that shit was for fun nigga
And I hope you niggas don't run, like
And I hope y'all lil niggas don't run

Okay, okay, like why he keep talking like that?
Shit, I don't even know
We from Chicago, motherfuckers ah blow you
Know B.O.L.O. he with me, I do it for bro
And they be telling me nigga just switch up yo' flow
I just look at they ass and I go
Nigga you ho, you don't be rapping, you be on the video game with lil bro
Got to stop talking 'bout niggas that be on my dick, they be on my shit more than a ho
I'm off the X and I swear I ain't gon' never gon' put nothing over the gang, on bro
What's up with these lil niggas rapping?
Nigga, go get you some action and go up the score
Lito with me and we pouring up 4's
They know how we rocking, they know how we rolling

I need a million bucks, bro say he need a million chops
My lil nigga Braun Strowman, talk too hot then he flip yo' car
Stuck off alcohol but I really want Wock
She give me her heart, I give her a cock
That boy robot, that boy a cop
This vick on my name that's why I said shop
Lito, I stay off the dope, if you know then you know then you know that you know that you Know
Yeah, I look good in this coat, that bum ass nigga outside stressing in the cold
Heard that shit, thought that was new
Whole time that shit old
She he collector, she be snatching souls
Blunt ass nigga, finna get rolled
I ain't saying shit, beating up who told
Off Earth, UFO
This bitch want X's and O's, but I'm like nah, bring me the hoes

Hot shit, L-I-T-O provide that hot shit
This bitch doing way too much, finna get drop kicked
Get this bitch jumping, it's a motherfucking moshpit
At Reese function in all black just like an emo kid
Flip her missionary, on her stomach, then snatch off her wig
Yes, I smack niggas, I never had the time to play with somebody else kids
Like, that boy he a bitch
He just a joke to me, hell naw, I don't take him serious
My zips came straight from Glizzy
This what it is, bro pop out the cut like, yeah

Aye, aye
Aye, stay with a pole, stay with a bag
I got a ho, she got a ass
That ass so big, put me in a motherfucking coma, I'm stressing like I had Corona
I drop a X in the soda, stop stressing, I know it's gon' be okay when it's all over
They don't know brodie be tripping off everything you can imagine, except for the yola
Trap phone in the school, Motorola
Don't get up wit' Leeky 'cause you know I'm on that ass
And we traffic, we smoking on gas
Niggas, they know we riding fast

Don't trip, I be just smoking on gas with that motherfucking gun on my hip
Aye, B.O.L.O. he with me, and he got a Glock forty-fifth
I see him, I hope he don't slip, like

Let me know
Gang, no
Knock his shit back, aye

(I got my beat it's from Leeky)