To the Booth (feat. Real As Ever)
Okay, okay, yeah
(Do it again, do it again)
Stupid ass nigga know how the fuck I'm rocking
Uh huh, yeah, LP, LP
I dropped a bag, what you gon do?
I'm riding 5 niggas deep, you came with two
You slide the pin, I'm sliding through
You ain't on shit, you know it's LP bitch, not Drew
These niggas gassed, I pop balloons
Stop that subbing and just take it to the booth
Bitch you ain't hard, and that's the truth
That lil blicky don't mean shit if you don't shoot
Ever since I started rapping I can see the cap in all you niggas
Seen your gun on snapchat, that shit cute but ain't you pulling triggers
Yes my name Lil Paula but my streams I think they getting bigger
Creeping on these niggas, bout to pop out like my name is Tigger
If it ain't direct then you a bitch, I wanna hear you say it
Acting like you tough, if you get pressed is you gon really spray it
I call up my cousin, when he touch down he gon really lay it
Begging me for mercy, I ain't God, you better get to praying
Nigga said he crip so why the fuck this nigga throwing B's
I hate a phony nigga, think he thugging with that 19
How you get in two days, you a felon, you was telling things
LP everywhere, you can't escape me, know my name rings
I dropped a bag, what you gon do?
I'm riding 5 niggas deep, you came with two
You slide the pin, I'm sliding through
You ain't on shit, you know it's LP bitch, not Drew
These niggas gassed, I pop balloons
Stop that subbing and just take it to the booth
Bitch you ain't hard, and that's the truth
That lil blicky don't mean shit if you don't shoot
When I spin the block with Paula, my tool singing like Abdul
That hoe calling me her idol, feel like Stephen, Klay, and Jordan in her pool
Yeah I'm clutch up in that pocket, I'm about to hit that 8-ball
Feel like MJG, I chop and screw it like I'm Paul Wall
I could never trust a bitch, she giving Gunna vibes
Told her keep it thug, she wiped her nose, I knew that girl was slime
Always got a sour attitude, she suck me like a lime
Pussy wetter then some lemonade, I'm bout to slip and slide
I dropped a bag, what you gon do?
I'm riding 5 niggas deep, you came with two
You slide the pin, I'm sliding through
You ain't on shit, you know it's LP bitch, not Drew
These niggas gassed, I pop balloons
Stop that subbing and just take it to the booth
Bitch you ain't hard, and that's the truth
That lil blicky don't mean shit if you don't shoot
Niggas buying all they guns online
I seen your guns in more videos then I have shootouts like what the fuck going on?
(Do it again, do it again)
Stupid ass nigga know how the fuck I'm rocking
Uh huh, yeah, LP, LP
I dropped a bag, what you gon do?
I'm riding 5 niggas deep, you came with two
You slide the pin, I'm sliding through
You ain't on shit, you know it's LP bitch, not Drew
These niggas gassed, I pop balloons
Stop that subbing and just take it to the booth
Bitch you ain't hard, and that's the truth
That lil blicky don't mean shit if you don't shoot
Ever since I started rapping I can see the cap in all you niggas
Seen your gun on snapchat, that shit cute but ain't you pulling triggers
Yes my name Lil Paula but my streams I think they getting bigger
Creeping on these niggas, bout to pop out like my name is Tigger
If it ain't direct then you a bitch, I wanna hear you say it
Acting like you tough, if you get pressed is you gon really spray it
I call up my cousin, when he touch down he gon really lay it
Begging me for mercy, I ain't God, you better get to praying
Nigga said he crip so why the fuck this nigga throwing B's
I hate a phony nigga, think he thugging with that 19
How you get in two days, you a felon, you was telling things
LP everywhere, you can't escape me, know my name rings
I dropped a bag, what you gon do?
I'm riding 5 niggas deep, you came with two
You slide the pin, I'm sliding through
You ain't on shit, you know it's LP bitch, not Drew
These niggas gassed, I pop balloons
Stop that subbing and just take it to the booth
Bitch you ain't hard, and that's the truth
That lil blicky don't mean shit if you don't shoot
When I spin the block with Paula, my tool singing like Abdul
That hoe calling me her idol, feel like Stephen, Klay, and Jordan in her pool
Yeah I'm clutch up in that pocket, I'm about to hit that 8-ball
Feel like MJG, I chop and screw it like I'm Paul Wall
I could never trust a bitch, she giving Gunna vibes
Told her keep it thug, she wiped her nose, I knew that girl was slime
Always got a sour attitude, she suck me like a lime
Pussy wetter then some lemonade, I'm bout to slip and slide
I dropped a bag, what you gon do?
I'm riding 5 niggas deep, you came with two
You slide the pin, I'm sliding through
You ain't on shit, you know it's LP bitch, not Drew
These niggas gassed, I pop balloons
Stop that subbing and just take it to the booth
Bitch you ain't hard, and that's the truth
That lil blicky don't mean shit if you don't shoot
Niggas buying all they guns online
I seen your guns in more videos then I have shootouts like what the fuck going on?
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Writer(s): Raekwon Edwards
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