LOTL lyrics

by

Glokk40Spaz


[Intro]
AK on my shoulder (Hrr, hrr)
I move bricks like boulders, gang
Ghetto sh*t, magnolia (Magnolia)
Grr, Catch his ass and roll him- (Roll him)
AK on my shoulder (Hrr, hrr)
I move bricks like boulders, gang
Ghetto sh*t, magnolia (Magnolia)
Grr, Catch his ass and roll him (Roll him)
I called amigo he brought me like 10 bands (Yeah)
In the trap house moving like Digital dash (Dash)
Vaccuum seal we zip it up in your ass (pus*y)
I was the kid in the back of the class-
(DJ Rennessy, f*ck that sh*t up man) (Brr)
Gang n*gga, Baby life, Free sumo, vamp in your trap house (Hrr)
Vamps n*gga, Baby Life sh*t
In your traphouse n*gga
Aye, rennessy

[Verse]
Have them vamps in your traphouse (Traphouse)
I be with some bloodhounds (Bloodhounds)
Come in your spot we don't make no sound (Brr)
Shot two fives but thеm hoe not loud (Too loud)
Double cup, sip with a whole fifty round (Sip)
Rеd dot on they nose, he feel like a clown (Brr)
Two guns sitting when we come to your town (Sad)
And this BabyLife Band Gang, don't play around
Glock 19 man look what I found (19)
Brrt, n*ggas taking you down (Hrr)
I took that boy to the swamp (Swamp)
Fifty round drum make him run, Forrest Gump (Gump)
Sticked up n*gga got sent to the stump (Stump)
Rob that f*ck n*gga we know he a punk (Punk)
Sit at the Citgo, hang with the uncs (Gang, gang)
I was the kid in the school, take your lunch (Lunch)
30 in the tip, we let that hoe duck (Brr)
Real street n*gga don't hang with no chump (Street)
Go.unna, he came with a pump (Gang, pump)
Kilo and Velly, shoot that b*tch up (Velly)
They wasn't ready (Ready)
n*gga I told you (Told you)
I'm with the gang, gang, n*ggas ain't folding
AK on my shoulder (Hrr, hrr)
I move bricks like boulders, gang
Grr, Ghetto sh*t, magnolia (Magnolia)
Catch his ass and roll him (Roll him)
I called amigo he brought me like 10 bands (Yeah)
Trap house moving like Digital Dash (Dash)
Vaccuum seal we zip it up in your ass (pus*y)
I was the kid in the back of the class
f*ck a pencil I draw down with the MAC (f*ck)
Feel like a Russian stab you in your back (Back)
Free mister 30 all he scream is pack (Hrr)
Pop you and get the f*ck out don't do no chit-chat (Gang)
She said she wanna f*ck me like I missed that (Missed that)
Young n*gga break his neck just like a Kit-Kat
I got the blicky on me n*ggas know that (Know that)
I made that pus*y n*gga run a four flat (Four flat)
Baby life, had to pop you all so shoot back (Gang)
Slaughter gang stacked
My n*gga get racked (Hrr)
Pistol down your tract
30's, 50's, Hratt (Hrr)
Knocking off your hat (Hrr)
Imma f*ck the b*tch, mexican or black
I just got off track
Double down all black (Yeah, yeah)
Four 38 tophat slaughter gang n*ggas know that (Know that)
I'll push yo muhf*ckin' sh*t back (sh*t back)
That b*tch not invited to the kickback (b*tch)
Tried to make me f*ck her friend I ain't with that (No)
b*tch is dirty i ain't even finna go for that (Go for that)
I done caught the pus*y boy at the cul-de-sac (b*tch, b*tch)
Know that ass fat man I'm tryna get on that
Only Safe One, give f*ck bout no similar (Hrr)
These n*ggas pus*y man I'm tryna spin back
You wanna over look me n*gga I ain't feeling that (Nah)
Banana clip on the stick and it peeling back (Gang)
Youngin wild man I'm tryna get that feeling back
Real ass dog, take off on yo' Hellcat (No)
223 coming pretty sure he felt that (Hrr)
Young n*gga washed up so y'all can't sell bad (Hrr)
My partner locked up bout a gun (Gun)
They tried say he did it but he not the one (Not the one)
b*tch I'm in love with hunduns
Shoot your block up now I'm hot like the sun (Sun)
Don't send 'em this way, man I'll knock off your son (Ha, ha)
This carbon 15 make me catch you peons (Grr)
Y'all n*ggas is deadbeats just like Leon
We see the opp on go
Tryna sell 8 ball n*gga 4, 4
Land of the living but this not Coco
Choppas and sticks send that boy out the road
(Crashout Boys)
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