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naw fr - l5 (rapper) lyrics

[intro: lil rae]
ayy
ayy f*ck all these n*ggas, man, f*ck all these hoes, man
if you got a problem with me, then
you better do somethin’ ’cause y’all know what the f*ck goin’ on
i’ma tell y’all the truth and i’ma expose everybody

[verse 1: lil rae]
that f*ck n*gga mixed my dad, but it’s all cool, put rell in a blunt
i got a thick lil’ ho just set a n*gga up, gon’ give me the drop when she done
five hundred shots if you play with lil mon
i’m rockin’ out, i put that on my son
i was just sittin’ in jail with a high*ass bail, had a 250k bond
smokin’ cap, sh*t got me fried
chino didn’t even get popped, but he better be happy he still alive
bumped into some opps inside the county, them boys was terrified
and i got two bl!cks on the first day, them boys cannot say i’m lyin’
i was a young n*gga thuggin’, since 2019, had a bl!ck
i wasn’t gon’ mention rell name, but bruh took it overboard, so f*ck that b*tch
you can catch me outside with a hundred*round drum on the stick
he tried to send a ho to set me up, but the b*tch fell in love with my d*ck
(where my lighter at?)
these hundreds blue, just fired up red
and they sayin’ that it’s not a good thing if you diss the dead
f*ck these n*ggas, they gon’ have to catch up, drac’ sittin’ by my bed
f*ck boy, get your sack up, wanna catch up, gotta use your legs
that fat dyk* b*tch y’all runnin’ with must think she can’t get popped
i can’t even lie, luh tre the first n*gga that i seen put a switch on the glock
f*ck n*gga talkin’ ’bout a snake, gon’ pull up on cleveland, i’m tryna aim at his top
frrt*frrt*frrt*frrt, big 40 glitch, i don’t even need no box
[verse 2: l5]
he didn’t die, no, he caught faceshot, f*ck n*gga know lil cam got dropped
stick automatic, this b*tch shoot rapid as f*ck, n*gga play, he gon’ leave with rock
i’m a real*deal stepper, see blood on the timbs
i’m smokin’ on red and rock and lik
you diss tg, n*gga gotta see me
i throw back the addy, i wanna go creep
they on my d*ck, why you dissin’ lil meat?
body got dropped, n*gga ball like heat
that f*ck n*gga cap said smoke got leaked
i’m blowin’ on brick, this sh*t in a leaf
you know you ain’t steppin’, n*gga, why you cappin’?
had two guns, died, n*gga, how you lackin’?
smoke with whoever, n*gga, i’m a savage
g*baby ratted, why you still rappin’?
kicked the ho out, she got too happy
pop out on the block, hit the lil’ ho daddy
get a f*ck n*gga gone, yeah, i’m havin’ cabbage
yeah, he’ll get popped for the sack, no madden
on bail, out dissin’, lil kj hidin’
the ho not p, then the b*tch not mine
four sticks in the ‘cat, n*gga know how we slide
walked in with lil deezy, i know he gon’ ride

[verse 3: anti da menace]
f*ck your dead homie, i’m smokin’ on him
matter fact, i’m chokin’ on him
just revoked my brother bond, gotta give him a lawyer, i gotta do somethin’
i’m a million*dollar n*gga, but still’ll tweak out like crash dummy
n*ggas know i’m havin’ money
i kicked the lil’ b*tch to the curb, she swear she p, i’m who she need
tell the opps to suck my d*ck, them n*ggas bleed just how i bleed
you ever put your hand on his neck to make sure the boy can’t even breathe?
you ever popped the door to a ‘vette, came out the armrest with blue cheese?
the way i’m goin’ gon’ get my partner rich, huh
i’ll really shoot a b*tch
n*gga, i need three hundred for my tape, i feel like ludacris
hah, n*gga, it’s cold outside, you know lil anti trick
your bm in my dm, get to b*tchin’, buy the ho new tits

- l5 rapper lyrics

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