L.E.B. (V6)
Oh yeah
L.E.B
You can talk the talk
But do you walk the walk?
All of my niggas be bussin' them shots
All of my bitches, yeah, they is some thots
Killin' myself 'cause I'm lost in my thoughts
Light it up
Light it up til' it's hot!
12 pullin' in, we swervin' out the lot
You better keep up 'less you wanna get caught (Yeah)
You know we really outside, yeah
Bella tellin' Ethen "Hit that powerslide!" (Yeah)
And you know I gotta keep my tool by my side
I'm a real shot caller, all these niggas, they gone run and hide
Me and Ethen, we been going through it but it don't matter, 'cause that's still my brother (Aye, aye, aye, aye, uh)
We smokin' on that green, finna make us hover
When I bust that gun out, you better take that cover
I'm not finna repeat myself, I ain't even stutter
Woo!
Ethen done pulled up in that 350z
Swervin' in and out the lot and now he gone
Bella done straight piped that Cobalt
Revving that engine and now she gone
I ain't even do shit to my Honda
But when I floor that shit, you know that I'll be gone
Now we racing on that highway, in and out of traffic
12 will never ever catch us lacking
Momma always told me to live in the moment 'cause nothing lasts forever
To my future self, I been writing letters
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
L.E.B, yeah
Keeping it real, woah
When we pull up, got that music blaring
Everybody starin'
But we ain't even carin'
Nah nah, we ain't even carin'!
All that money, ain't no sharing
L.E.B, we out of there
Way way way way out of there
Yeah
We gone
L.E.B
You can talk the talk
But do you walk the walk?
All of my niggas be bussin' them shots
All of my bitches, yeah, they is some thots
Killin' myself 'cause I'm lost in my thoughts
Light it up
Light it up til' it's hot!
12 pullin' in, we swervin' out the lot
You better keep up 'less you wanna get caught (Yeah)
You know we really outside, yeah
Bella tellin' Ethen "Hit that powerslide!" (Yeah)
And you know I gotta keep my tool by my side
I'm a real shot caller, all these niggas, they gone run and hide
Me and Ethen, we been going through it but it don't matter, 'cause that's still my brother (Aye, aye, aye, aye, uh)
We smokin' on that green, finna make us hover
When I bust that gun out, you better take that cover
I'm not finna repeat myself, I ain't even stutter
Woo!
Ethen done pulled up in that 350z
Swervin' in and out the lot and now he gone
Bella done straight piped that Cobalt
Revving that engine and now she gone
I ain't even do shit to my Honda
But when I floor that shit, you know that I'll be gone
Now we racing on that highway, in and out of traffic
12 will never ever catch us lacking
Momma always told me to live in the moment 'cause nothing lasts forever
To my future self, I been writing letters
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
L.E.B, yeah
Keeping it real, woah
When we pull up, got that music blaring
Everybody starin'
But we ain't even carin'
Nah nah, we ain't even carin'!
All that money, ain't no sharing
L.E.B, we out of there
Way way way way out of there
Yeah
We gone
Credits
Writer(s): Tyron Lincey
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