D To The S lyrics

[Chorus: LPB Poody]
Once again free Tracy, let him out the county
We was ducked off in the shed 'til them crackers found me
I put money on your head like a f*ckin' bounty
I be swimmin' in that pus*y, hope she don't drown me
I'm all in, turn her belly button to an outtie
And if it ain't real, keep that f*ck sh*t from 'round me
Sharp shooting, ain't no missing 'cause I'm rebounding
Step-back, and-one 'cause these pussies fouling
Once again free Tracy, let him out the county
We was ducked off in the shed 'til them crackers found me
I put money on your head like a f*ckin' bounty
I be swimmin' in that pus*y, hope she don't drown me
I'm all in, turn her belly button to an outtie
And if it ain't real, keep that f*ck sh*t from 'round me
Sharp shooting, ain't no missing 'cause I'm rebounding
Step-back, and-one 'cause these pussies fouling

[Verse 1: GlokkNine]
He want smoke with who? he want what with us?
How I finger f*ck this nina, thought I bust a nut
Aquafina water boys, we aimin' at your skut
f*ck a belly button, Lil Poody posted in the cut
Lil hot done woodie-woo, he all off in the gut
And I get that first squeeze then you out of luck
Semi tucked, choppers in the trunk, b*tch light 'em up
Tellin' on your n*gga, talkin' codes, foolie wired up
[Verse 2: LPB Poody]
LightPole Baby, I was walkin' with my pole out
My wrist froze now, keep my pockets on swole now
Blacky goin' in, yeah you know we like to show out
Wishy washy b*tch, you know I make her take the clothes off
Switcharoo, call it alley-oop, she gettin' thrown out
D to the S so you know the streets sold now
Rob him for his beat so you know this b*tch a stole now
Silly rabbit, them ain't real karats, take them golds out

[Verse 3: GlokkNine]
Ran down on him, oh wait, but this b*tch stop
I ain't from the north but I gotta keep a pole got
Hollow stole hot, f*ck a clique, I want an empire
Youngin from the drive, bend the curb, you need lots of iron
Still be smoke, I'm blowin', jit don't f*ckin' choke
Whack a duck, if the pistol tryna quack it up
Mercedes truck, one-sixty, that b*tch ain't fast enough
Bend your block, like a trashcan we gon' dump

[Verse 4: LPB Poody]
If it's smoke in the city with my n*ggas, better call it out
We buckin' too just like the chopper, we flingin' buckshots
Red b*tch, she gon' f*ck the city 'til she f*cked out
Cougar b*tch, she gon' suck a n*gga 'til I'm sucked out
I'm up now, I don't really give a f*ck now
We hit for ten bands, I don't know, I might just buck now
Cold world, we givin' cold cuts, you might get cut now
We all in the field like down, get set, hut now
[Verse 5: GlokkNine]
Rottweilers, 'til you babies ask for wahwah
I was servin' molly rocks, finessin' out the wahwah
I'm just tryna hit, DB stabbed this b*tch, haha
I really like Carmelo Anthony's b*tch, yeah, LaLa
Robbed the boy and made him walk home in his damn socks
Yeah I came from sh*t, lot of shell catchers and headshots
Red dots, made the pus*y wish he never ever tried
Bless not, shots from the nine made the rest stop

[Verse 6: LPB Poody]
Fresh out of the juvie, hit the booth and now I'm bootin' up
Late nights makin' powerplays, they got me shootin' up
Had to rob the pus*y 'cause the f*ck n*gga was gook as f*ck
Maneuver all around these hoes, they wanna move with us
Leave the n*gga that you with, I know he turned you off
Put a n*gga on then a pus*y wanna turn you off
All my n*ggas in for the win, we never took a loss
Dead flies on the beat so I told Teezy to turn it off