Lalala! lyrics

Hellworld

Love You Summrs!.. (go, go)

[Chorus]
Racks in my jeans
Hop in a beam
I'm off a bean
Baby lets go
You was so bad
You was so mean
n*ggas they not in my category
I'm in my glo, yea I'm in my glory
Stack to the top like Robert Horry
My b*tch she fine and yo b*tch she boring
If I shoot at you u know I'm scoring
f*ck on a hoe, she left in the morning
Walk in the mall and I flee (flee-le-le-le)
?? Ha Ha
Smoking on gas la-la
Had to tell that hoe, bye bye
She was f*cking up my mood swings

[Verse]
Racks stuffed up in my trueys
I need my paper, my loose leaf
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 head 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 cool with yo b*tch, she tryna get f*cked, yeah
Baby girl I want to suck
??
She suck my di*k like some fudge yeah
Flexing like I'm a star, yeah
Had to stop, its just us, yeah
Sipping on Tec got me stuck
I'm on a Xan got me stuck
n*gga R.I.P Gus
Glock on me know I don't trust ya
Ay, yeah
Glock on me know I don't fuss ya
Glock on me yeah I just buss ya
Autumn and ??, yeah
Stomp his ass on some Percs yeah
The lil n*ggas need a cut, ya
The lil n*ggas slap ya ??

[Chorus]
Racks in my jeans
Hop in a beam
I'm off a bean
Baby lets go
You was so bad
You was so mean
n*ggas don't know they on category
I'm in my glo, yea I'm in my glory
Stack to the top like ??
My b*tch she fine and yo b*tch she boring
If I shoot at you u know I'm scoring
f*ck on a hoe, she left in the morning
Walk in the mall and I flee (flee-le-le-le)
?? Ha Ha
Smoking on gas la-la
Had to tell that hoe, bye bye
She was f*cking up my mood swings