Long Live King Lo lyrics

[Intro]
Cause I won't hesitate to wipe a n*gga nose and I won't hesitate to let this f*cker blow
I'm a south side grimace, you can't even go
I was back in the trap at serving n*ggas snow
And the playboy bunny, n*ggas got the hoes
That n*gga not real, look how he hold the pole
Draw down on that n*gga, make him kiss the floor
That n*gga a lame, that n*gga gotta go─ (Oh, yeah)
Gang (You pus*y ass n*ggas ain't cool enough)
Grttl, (Hell nah)
(T─Trap Daily)
Yeah, yeah
Aye Hundo (Brrtl)
Gang (Brrtl)

[Verse]
If you think you a shooter lil n*gga come try me
I gotta out of jail, foenem caught a body
And we were the n*ggas that shot up the party
I walk in the hood, I'm tryna find rarri's
I walk in thе trap and then i see the carbine
Which onе of these pus*y n*ggas got a problem
Air this b*tch out then leave a n*gga flopless
I had the shotty then he got to sparking
Store this b*tch and then run a gun range auction
No hot boy sh*t but we can get it popping
Took his glizzy out his glove compartment
No kit for a dub, you can turn to a target
Kicked out the trap he tryna be the sergeant
Beat a n*gga ass he feelin lethargic
When 12 hit the door I put it in the c*ck pit
Brought all the fye, pistols off the market
Real ass foe long live king lo put the fye to his shoulder make the n*gga choke
And the di*k on the gun its longer then a rope, put the Ruger on him it better give em hope
Cause I won't hesitate to wipe a n*gga nose and I won't hesitate to let this f*cker blow
I'm a south side grimace, you can't even go
I was back in the trap at serving n*ggas snow
And the playboy bunny, n*ggas got the hoes
That n*gga not real, look how he hold the pole
Draw down on that n*gga, make him kiss the floor
That n*gga a lame, that n*gga gotta go
Im stickin with juggin I ain't goin broke
Burnt out n*ggas stickin with the coke
He say he gon' kill me, n*gga that's a joke
Im bangin the fye my cousin he a loc
Free YSL stunna, YSL [?]
Who the f*ck said that we don't want the drama?
We put the fye on em make em feel the drama
She get on her knees she praying to Osama
K got the .40 shooting at the Honda
Stank pack in the air smokin on Ganja
Stab my homie in the back like Mobber
Life that i live will make a n*gga vomit
Thugger, thugger and I go to Habana
Dutch game leaf will keep a n*gga calmer
I'm in the field and hanging with piranhas
I know some n*ggas auction for a dollar
Caught a body leave his body in trauma
.762 melt n*ggas like Lava
I jumped in the streets ain't listen to my momma
f*ck the chain gang they switchin on my Partna
Been having glizzys and OG for days
Lemon squeeze on the Glock, no Minute maid
If ya hoe got took ion know what to say
Wanna die bout a b*tch I'm finna grab the K
No n*gga wanna try me we gon' eat his face
Put the yop to his face and make em say his grace
Shawty kickin' doors I ain't leaving a trace
Put down the glizzy make em shoot the fade
The trap gettin jumped now n*ggas wanna raid
Shoot a f*ck n*gga take em off the stage
pus*y-ah n*gga talkin on his page
He don't know we got the sticks backstage
Big pump in the back this a 12 gauge
Sped the f*ck up a n*gga lost the wage
Ain't movin no gas you n*ggas losin weight
Come hang with the killers cracking down the saint
I'ma real OG I made em rob the bank
Paying his dues I gotta higher rank
Yall be the n*gga straight from off the plate
Which one of these n*ggas wanna die today
Ain't goin out bad I'm stayin in the A
Cut his ass off and put em in the lake
Got the drop on the slot breaking the bank
Took down the [?] finna grab the tank
Needa re-up with the pressure
I was f*cking this hoe not to mention
2 big Glocks in my hand get wetter
I forgot to tell you its a set up
Like the doctor man we got the check up
All these cappin out rappers, I'm fed up (Yeah)
[Outro]
(Serious trap music, b*tch)
On god, f*ck what he talm bout' n*gga (yea)
Oh yeah, got my n*gga Tadoe with me, on god (You pus*y ass n*ggas ain't cool enough)
Hell nah, hell nah (Killed this sh*t)