Lavake lyrics
by OCTOBERSFULLMOON
[Part I]
[Verse]
Big man, hit man, get back up at the sight of my hitmans
Ripping, shredding, man's been at the gym, fam
Feeling like I've lost a limb, damn
Fifty with the big bands, you can not forget, man
I been through the pressure, I vow for the lesser
Schooled by rappers, I'm callin' 'em all professor
Beat a game of chess for her just to impress her
Nah, don't call me a simp, ain't Poki tier 3
All you f*cking idiots better stay away, don't come near me, ayy
One pound of weed, that sh*t's what I need, ayy
These b*tches being afraid, don't come near me, ayy
I said, I said, stay the f*ck away if you come into my town
'Cause I got hittas that'll put your f*cking facе in the ground
Grew up all alone, siblings movеd out of the country
Stress piled on me, crying is the f*cking only sound
That you'll hear if you come to me with your c*nt-ery
This sh*t called peace is not what I found
I've been looking for something, I been lookin' for sum', G
Uh, see, I'm like Jake Paul, I'm a dummy
Haha, am I funny? Hopefully, I'm runnin'
For a record deal, check the seal
Cook for 12 minutes, sh*t, I put it on 6
b*tches f*ck with me just to multiply kids
But I am one myself, I'm fed up with the sh*t
I can't be a f*cking dad, this ridiculous sh*t
b*tches f*ck with me just to multiply kids
But I am one myself, man, I'm sick of this sh*t, yeah
People say I'm s'posed to be killing motherf*ckers on Call of Duty
But what's the point? Harassment and shooting?
But what's the point? Getting made fun of for a voice?
f*ck you, I can't help that, b*tch, I've left you with no choice
So run, run for your dad's gun
Comin' up the stairs, had a bad run
Had enough of runnin' from the police, dun-dun
You hear knockin' on your door
That's me with a MAC, spraying lead up on your floor
They said I need to f*cking grow up, mature
If you met me real life, you'd know I'm like a reverse 0-4
What's the point of being a hero for
People who want you dead, I'll take your daughter as my newly wed, b*tch
[Outro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Lava cake and b*tches, came from rags to riches
Lava cake my business, I healed from the sickness
I had more the litness, I f*cked your b*tch, she hit this
[Part II]
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, lava cake, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Pre-Chorus]
Pull up with the spy trigger, my, my, my what? (My what?)
My what? My thot be on some other sh*t you f*cking lot
Uh, had enough criticism from these Discord mods
Releasing bangers and you know I'm in the number one spot
Ayy, ayy
[Chorus]
Pull up dressed in Tommy Hilfiger
Might go pull the f*cking trigger
What be up, my (Stop)
Just wanna let the beat drop
Pull up with the crew and we motherf*cking killers
Might go kill that other (Stop)
Pull up on your body and we finna make it drop, stop
I'm in the number one spot
I'm a killa, what be up, my (Stop)
Stop, stop, st-st-stop
Stop, ayy, stop, stop, stop
[Verse 1]
I be on some other sh*t indeed ('Deed, 'deed)
You say I'm a monsta and I've gotta agree (Ayy, ayy)
Might f*ck around, make these other (Stops) bleed
And I need to proceed and take all your lean
I'm a fiend, you ain't me, and I'm mean
Take your team, I'm a referee, yee, yee
Remember '19, when we going, "Yeet!"
But now we matured, OnlyFans feet
Lavake on my plate, got your sister goin', "Sheesh"
[Chorus]
Pull up dressed in Tommy Hilfiger
Might go pull the f*cking trigger
What be up, my (Stop)
Just wanna let the beat drop
Pull up with the crew and we motherf*cking killers
Might go kill that other (Stop)
Pull up on your body and we finna make it drop, stop
I'm in the number one spot
I'm a killa, what be up, my (Stop)
Stop, stop, st-st-stop
Stop, ayy, stop, stop, stop
[Verse 2]
It goes one, two, three, for your b*tch
Made some profits, you got' stop it
I'm gon' drop it, you fin' c*ck it
Lips, they lockin', and I've had enough of talking
God, I miss the days with Tocket, ayy, ayy
Get the same pay, way, way, way
Ayy, ayy, yay
Uh...
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it, run it
Run it, run it, run it, run it
[Chorus]
Pull up dressed in Tommy Hilfiger
Might go pull the f*cking trigger
What be up, my (Stop)
Just wanna let the beat drop
Pull up with the crew and we motherf*cking killers
Might go kill that other (Stop)
Pull up on your body and we finna make it drop, stop
I'm in the number one spot
I'm a killa, what be up, my (Stop)
Stop, stop, st-st-stop
Stop, ayy, stop, stop, stop
[Verse 3]
Don't make me pull up (Ayy) with the blicky
Got my rod looking sticky, you ain't nuttin' but (Ayy) a sh*tty
Little man in a van, drive a Sadan
My colour is black, that's what my gun be
b*tches tryna run me, thinkin' that I be attacked
Came up with a plan that's cracked
I just pulled up in the shack
Ride 'round, we smoking on crack, ayy, ayy
With the (Lean), with the (Team)
We (Machines), we pull up with a (Beam)
Man, I'm done with the sh*t, and I (Ayy) just f*cked your b*tch
'Cause I'm rich...
Ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, got 'em