Lalala! lyrics
by Autumn!
[Intro]
Hellworld
Love you, Summrs (Go, go)
[Chorus]
Racks in my jeans, hop in a Beam, I'm off a bean (Kankan on the beat)
Baby lets go, you was so bad, you was so mean
n*ggas they not in my category
I'm in my glo, yeah, I'm in my glory (Hellworld)
Stack it up tall, like Robert Horry
My b*tch she fine, and yo' b*tch she boring
If I shoot at you, you know I'm scoring
f*ck on a hoe, she left in the morning
Walk in the mall and I'm flee, lee-lee-lee, lee-lee-lee, lee-lee-lee-lee
[?], ah-ha
Smoking on gas, la-la
Had to tell that hoe, "Bye bye"
She was f*cking up my mood swings
Racks stuffed in my Trueys
[Verse]
I need my paper, my LooseLeaf
These little b*tches is groupies
I walk in the trap with my toolie
Gelato got my eyes drooping
b*tch bad like Snooki
Smoking on this cookie
Baby, go ahead and book me
I'm not no rookie
n*ggas know that I be jugging
n*ggas know I don't give a f*ck
Better than you, you as well suck
In a Audi R8, just scooped yo' b*tch, she tryna get f*cked, yeah
Baby girl I want the suck, go
I got this sh*t out the mud, yeah
She suck my di*k like some fudge, yeah
Flexing like I'm a stud, yeah
At the top, it's just us, yeah
Sipping on Tech got me stuck, yeah
Off of a Xan', got me stuck, yeah
n*gga, R.I.P. Gus, yeah
GLOCK on me, know I don't trust ya'
Aye, yeah
GLOCK on me, know I don't fuss, yeah
GLOCK on me, yeah, I just bust, yeah
Off of a Xan', school bus, yeah
Slime his ass on some [?], yeah
The lil' n*ggas need to catch up
The lil' n*ggas lackin' mustard
[Chorus]
Racks in my jeans, hop in a Beam, I'm off a bean (Kankan on the beat)
Baby lets go, you was so bad, you was so mean
n*ggas they not in my category
I'm in my glo, yeah, I'm in my glory (Hellworld)
Stack it up tall, like Robert Horry
My b*tch she fine, and yo' b*tch she boring
If I shoot at you, you know I'm scoring
f*ck on a hoe, she left in the morning
Walk in the mall and I'm flee, lee-lee-lee, lee-lee-lee, lee-lee-lee-lee
[?], ah-ha
Smoking on gas, la-la
Had to tell that hoe, "Bye bye"
She was f*cking up my mood swings
Racks stuffed in my Trueys