Lost Lanes
Let it off quick when I buss my clip
Bussing on her tits when I buss my shit
Came so quick that she cuss my shit
But ion give a fuck had to to snuff that bitch
Better get off my dick, better get off my dick
Gotta hit a punk bitch, with a Donkey Kong kick
Gotta get her cunt loose, when she sipping grey goose
Giving her a punt too, call that shit the one-two
Gripping on her hip; muscle start to trip
Get off my dick, give me some lip
Top it off good, roll me some wood
Get me some kush, roll it up good
They said heavy is the head that wears the crown
Well how heavy is the heart that held it down?
Plenty lies, plenty pain
plenty eyes to lost fame
plenty guys lost they lane
But they still ride through the night
All up in em guts with the Richard face
And I don't give a fuck what this bitch gone say
Excuse my French, I don't speak Frances
But this bitch getting flamed, no Crème Brûlée
Y'all really lacking, plenty assassins
One ring and they acting
They really be blasting
Off of Henny and passion
Popping willies and ratchets
We in Philly we packing
Thought I couldn't hit his girl, on god I could
I'll hit it from the back while I roll that wood
Then I'll have her sit back, then ride it good
Have her arch back, Little engine could
Don't fuck around with that fuck around
Cause ion fuck around with no fuck around's
Fuck a round, got drums these fucker rounds
If u just fuck around, why you the fuck around?
Flexing person
Lexus serving
Ex's curving
Wrecked Suburban's
Necklace flirting
Sex perverting
Tech's we blurting
Neck's reverting
Violent surgeon
Guy to purge em
Get washed, detergents
Watch and learn bitch
Why you nervous?
Write these verses
Rhyme, rehearse it
Grind, reverse it
I ain't moved by dudes who ain't real with themselves
I ain't fooled by jewels or the deception of wealth
If we remove yo crew who u calling for help?
And if you snooze you lose we be moving in stealth
Let a clown trip, he gone get found zipped
In a bag, cause he ass, with the foul shit
And I won't trip, working with a round clip
Pay attention, u outta town, skipped, yo crown slipped
Adjust that frown, flip, that shit round
Come kiss my crown, sit yo ass down
Don't get found bound, dipped
Drown, slip
Meet me when I break shit down
When I blow shit, pow
Bitch get down
Click click click plaow
You gotta real slick mouth
Don't get gripped out
Don't get picked out
Don't get tripped out
Bussing on her tits when I buss my shit
Came so quick that she cuss my shit
But ion give a fuck had to to snuff that bitch
Better get off my dick, better get off my dick
Gotta hit a punk bitch, with a Donkey Kong kick
Gotta get her cunt loose, when she sipping grey goose
Giving her a punt too, call that shit the one-two
Gripping on her hip; muscle start to trip
Get off my dick, give me some lip
Top it off good, roll me some wood
Get me some kush, roll it up good
They said heavy is the head that wears the crown
Well how heavy is the heart that held it down?
Plenty lies, plenty pain
plenty eyes to lost fame
plenty guys lost they lane
But they still ride through the night
All up in em guts with the Richard face
And I don't give a fuck what this bitch gone say
Excuse my French, I don't speak Frances
But this bitch getting flamed, no Crème Brûlée
Y'all really lacking, plenty assassins
One ring and they acting
They really be blasting
Off of Henny and passion
Popping willies and ratchets
We in Philly we packing
Thought I couldn't hit his girl, on god I could
I'll hit it from the back while I roll that wood
Then I'll have her sit back, then ride it good
Have her arch back, Little engine could
Don't fuck around with that fuck around
Cause ion fuck around with no fuck around's
Fuck a round, got drums these fucker rounds
If u just fuck around, why you the fuck around?
Flexing person
Lexus serving
Ex's curving
Wrecked Suburban's
Necklace flirting
Sex perverting
Tech's we blurting
Neck's reverting
Violent surgeon
Guy to purge em
Get washed, detergents
Watch and learn bitch
Why you nervous?
Write these verses
Rhyme, rehearse it
Grind, reverse it
I ain't moved by dudes who ain't real with themselves
I ain't fooled by jewels or the deception of wealth
If we remove yo crew who u calling for help?
And if you snooze you lose we be moving in stealth
Let a clown trip, he gone get found zipped
In a bag, cause he ass, with the foul shit
And I won't trip, working with a round clip
Pay attention, u outta town, skipped, yo crown slipped
Adjust that frown, flip, that shit round
Come kiss my crown, sit yo ass down
Don't get found bound, dipped
Drown, slip
Meet me when I break shit down
When I blow shit, pow
Bitch get down
Click click click plaow
You gotta real slick mouth
Don't get gripped out
Don't get picked out
Don't get tripped out
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Writer(s): Abdulaziz Alzayed
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