LKB Cypher lyrics

[Intro]
Mhmm mhmm mhmm, ayy
I got Shift with me, he rockin' b*tches with me
sh*t Tazz too, he gon' spaz too
Baby hit the whip, he take you with the stick
Mm mhmm
Hol' on, what I say?
Damn 2sided where you get that beat from?
Hold on, let's go

[Verse 1: Lil Crix]
Hit a n*gga with this Draco, watch his body lock (Watch his body lock)
They thought I was playing it safe, really I'ma shoot it off the top (Grah, grah, grah)
I left with fifty shots, came back with twenty six
This Draco with the wash, swear the bankroll, leave the choppa brick (Grah, grah, grah)
My b*tch be bad as sh*t, and she hold the K (Ay)
Real superstar, I don't talk, I f*ck-off face
I can spin the bin, and yodel hop right in the raffe
I get the drop while I'm performing, I'm just taking a break (On god)

[Verse 2: ColorMoneyRed]
Lets go flip the whip, know if he keep playing, then he on go, he dying to take that risk
Go grab the thugs, lets crash the lo', these shells super sticky
Get hit with this, your ass explode, it got the cooling kit
We sending hot sh*t, got to show, about that gang, they'll spin 'em
I'm trying to get up with 'em
I'm getting up close when I get up low, that's how you know that Red done hit you
Free all the gang behind the wall, we still gon' complete the mission
They know gang get over active, still plenty business
[Verse 3: Shift One]
Draco in my pants, it got me limping, call me Jaylen Walton
Block his car, and walk down hitting, it gon' haul his armour
Bro hit this guy, got to switch the whip, bro meet me in the [?]
Bro spanked his ass, like he his dad, so that made me his uncle
f*cking with the opps, that get you cropped out for real
Bro got shot and he been tryna drill before he heal
62s hit the whip, they break the glass like they O'Neal
Wrecked his Beamer, stay, all us about that f*cking kill n*gga
Damn

[Verse 4: Off10 1'gram]
Big Park around us, we f*ck up they depot when we slide
Gon' drop the windows, walk up gang, I don't shoot sh*t from no ride
Late night popping out of that cut, just me and my cutter on me, no knives
Gon' smoke sh*t, give me a rush, when I bust my gun, sh*t give me a high
I ain't really gotta hit too much, everything get crushed when it's about my guys
Killing all my opps, and muts, no [?] tuts when I get in that ride
n*ggas trying to get rich of us, and get put up, but still don't slide

[Verse 5: Luhh Tazz]
These n*ggas don't slide (Don't, don't)
And if n*ggas say sh*t, you know they gon' die (Fire, fire)
What's his name got hit in his sh*t, it went through his eyes (Through his eyes)
I make that momma cry (Yuh), I make that daddy hurt (Yuh)
I'ma get that brother murked (Blrtt)
Hop out, get you burst (Fah, fah)
How the f*ck I'm off six percs and I'm still alert (Still alert)
How the f*ck these n*ggas stepping and end up on a shirt (What the f*ck)
I'ma hop out and scratch 'em, and leave 'em in the dirt (The dirt)
Brains getting burst (Burst)
[Outro: Lil Crix & Luhh Tazz]
You know, you know this sh*t really like a playoff series
Like 4-zip, like
We already done completed this team already like, we on to the next like
This sh*t over wit', been gone, outta here
First round ace
What you gotta say Tazz
Man, you already know man
f*ck [?] man
f*ck Slimehouse
f*ck 74 n*gga, y'all already know that sh*ts onsight n*gga
Ay, ay, ay, and f*ck that lil' midget b*tch too n*ggas know what we talking about
Real sinners gang
Haha