LCxEJ

LC x EJ what
Bars we've got just wait for the drop don't stop
Get top until I pop in drop tops
Same droptop that we made man hopscotch
On his block where he let that pop off
Cocked it, Glock shot made the - all locked off
EJ spaz on the beat
Not like when you sprayed the machine on the fucking? block

EJ times LC check forensics because I don't know where the bells be
Smoking on - whenever they tell me
Hit looking tough I don't know if it's healthy
Making my P on my own agenda
No routine won't slip if I sell three
Don't try me, need minute just time me
Two K fit that's cold no Kyrie

Don't hate the player hate the game
Said that to my next up babe
On the - estate where - got taped
I showed - now he's out until late
I showed - how to flick it on them
I think - is
Chuck that flick then fuck his chick
Go back crib and we're smoking on them

Bro bullets ain't filled with lead
If it hits your head then I know you're dead
What two man step
You ain't gone on a ped
You ain't dicing no head
Sorry - had to say it with chest
Me x E we're greedy
Watch my man he got put on a TV
No but he got real squeezy
Made it look easy when he done it on

They ask how I'm making this cash
I'm making bands from getting these views
Try reason with them, can't settle with them
Need an x five now sit back in the coupe
Phew, I'm dodging these fruits
Jumping these hoops MJ on the ball thirty two
With the point two three I had a point of twenty three
Got to get what you see you got to do that too

Certified, what a certified banger - now I'm seeing the grammar
Only typing, never on riding
Close eyelids that's enough the banter
Heard bells chime, now he's seeing them scatter
G seventeen when I deal with the matter
Talking loads when they're broke can't happen
Talking loads about cash as a rapper

They keep with the cap it's a miracle
So we're keeping chat to a minimal, typical
Getting bare lyrical, I'll need to get physical
If - think that they are all criminals
Lil loaded, load a gun for a bag quick
Don't do shit stocks coming up mad quick
Supreme tee new forces, seventeen in my jeans
Wear G with a black brick

LC x EJ what
Bars we've got just wait for the drop don't stop
Get top until I pop in drop tops
Same droptop that we made man hopscotch
On his block where he let that pop off
Cocked it, Glock shot made the - all locked off
EJ spaz on the beat
Not like when you sprayed the machine on the fucking? block

EJ times LC check forensics because I don't know where the bells be
Smoking on - whenever they tell me
Hit looking tough I don't know if it's healthy
Making my P on my own agenda
No routine won't slip if I sell three
Don't try me, need minute just time me
Two K fit that's cold no Kyrie

Sipping a neat whiskey on the rocks
I'm either in land or up in a copter
They asking what did you cop?
I show them my wrist it was me and Proctor
About beating women no wonder you're missing
No wonder I'm hitting
She's sucking I'm licking
We're switching positions, her pussy be dripping
With my side thing I ain't having a missus

Young mother fucker I'm putting a curse
JFK on my notes when I burst
Got dead presidents just filling my pockets
Shooting these grams while avoiding a hearse
No bey blade if bro bro starts spinning and ripping
I'm giving you facts that are missing
No capping or fibbing
The cameras are clicking
This chat is just giving
A booting a Chinging

My flow is just different
I'm making a killing while cats are just ringing
I'll give it to EJ
My finger be twitching, my trigger I'm gripping
Album dropped on LC's b-day
Z plus E it's a definite replay
S plus G they made one decay
LC times EJ no replay
Sit back done kick back and I breathe haze



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Writer(s): Oliver Linden
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