Bin Laden
Bitch it's lil lurklln i'm toting that fye
Please do not run up lil nigga don't try
Cause you finna die
Get sent to the sky
They don't know it's me nigga i'm in disguise
Bitch i'm to fly when i step outside
I shoot at your eye might fuck up your sight
I'm suited up nigga I look like a night
I'm zooted up bitch i'm too high like a kite
Yeah yo bitch tryna fuck on the guys
He broke asf so that ain't no suprise
These niggas be maggots these niggas be flies
I'm fucking a bad bitch you fucking on fives
Yeah we popping that boy like a pimple
Hole in his cheek now his ass got a dimple
Fuck nigga froze when i pointed that glock at his temple
They say how lurk getting hoes that shit simple
Yeah this shit getting easy
I put on that rick owens coat if it's breezy
She licking the pole like a freezy
Glock made him spin like that nigga was jeezy
The glock made him do a 360
Talk to yo hoe and she answer like bixby
I stay in the field like i'm rigby
You say that's yo hoe but she dig me
Put dick in her throat now sticky
Yeah this shit getting sticky and icky
You say that's yo hoe but that bitch
Tryna pick me
Pass me the pole I slide with that semi
We passing yo hoe I Turner like Timmy
These niggas be broke they can't get a band
I call up bro then we finna go get a man
I call up bro then we finna go get a man
Bitch I be spinning like ceiling fan
Lil Lurk a one in a million man
And these niggas ain't getting paper
Shawty got ass I gotta take her
Put on that flash i'm finna tape her
Put on that mask i'm finna flame ya
Yeah i'm getting real geeked up i'm gone
I'm smoking on reefa straight out of the bong
Yeah i'm pulling her thong
Hell nah I ain't putting you on
Ain't fuck with me now they be streaming my songs
That shit really not making since to me
Nigga ran up now that lil nigga history
Send him to hell he meeting his misery
Sending out shells like it's a dispensary
Yeah I bet the glock make him back up
All of my bitches they know not to act up
We pull out them switches then you getting smacked up
You broke as a bitch nigga go get yo racks up
Please do not run up lil nigga don't try
Cause you finna die
Get sent to the sky
They don't know it's me nigga i'm in disguise
Bitch i'm to fly when i step outside
I shoot at your eye might fuck up your sight
I'm suited up nigga I look like a night
I'm zooted up bitch i'm too high like a kite
Yeah yo bitch tryna fuck on the guys
He broke asf so that ain't no suprise
These niggas be maggots these niggas be flies
I'm fucking a bad bitch you fucking on fives
Yeah we popping that boy like a pimple
Hole in his cheek now his ass got a dimple
Fuck nigga froze when i pointed that glock at his temple
They say how lurk getting hoes that shit simple
Yeah this shit getting easy
I put on that rick owens coat if it's breezy
She licking the pole like a freezy
Glock made him spin like that nigga was jeezy
The glock made him do a 360
Talk to yo hoe and she answer like bixby
I stay in the field like i'm rigby
You say that's yo hoe but she dig me
Put dick in her throat now sticky
Yeah this shit getting sticky and icky
You say that's yo hoe but that bitch
Tryna pick me
Pass me the pole I slide with that semi
We passing yo hoe I Turner like Timmy
These niggas be broke they can't get a band
I call up bro then we finna go get a man
I call up bro then we finna go get a man
Bitch I be spinning like ceiling fan
Lil Lurk a one in a million man
And these niggas ain't getting paper
Shawty got ass I gotta take her
Put on that flash i'm finna tape her
Put on that mask i'm finna flame ya
Yeah i'm getting real geeked up i'm gone
I'm smoking on reefa straight out of the bong
Yeah i'm pulling her thong
Hell nah I ain't putting you on
Ain't fuck with me now they be streaming my songs
That shit really not making since to me
Nigga ran up now that lil nigga history
Send him to hell he meeting his misery
Sending out shells like it's a dispensary
Yeah I bet the glock make him back up
All of my bitches they know not to act up
We pull out them switches then you getting smacked up
You broke as a bitch nigga go get yo racks up
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Writer(s): Oliver Cuyler
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