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l.i.a.r - lil yu, lil soda boi & ggm records lyrics

[verse 1: lil yu]
smokin’ on gas and i’m sippin’ on wok
i don’t be talkin’, i’m toting the glock
i put the dope pack inside of my sock
runnin’ the game, new diamond my clock
pourin’ up red, i do not talk
get hit with the lead, new patek my watch
ain’t f*ckin’ with feds, you know we might slide
really on meds and i really might die
know i’m the best, i do not try
you might get wet, no cap, no lie
i get so high, i just might fly
i count my cash, i get it right

[verse 2: ggm baby goat]
baby g livin’ too fast, you know my life, it’s a race
baby g i need more gas, we smokin’ propane
i’m in the street dawg, baby, please show me your love
oh, baby i’m on the mud, you know my homies from the dirt
ain’t got no option, came too far
double g mob sh*t, too many opps
f*ck all the b*tches, yeah, they so loud
homie hoppin’, yeah, lets go ride

[verse 3: ggm lil dragon]
40*ounce baby, baby, i just cop a c
they don’t know how get rich, that guap on me
double bag, lotta k, big plug sign on me
bust down in my body, smoking 1000
i don’t need no love, that b*tches wanna lean
double cup, i pull up with c
hop out the box, run it up b*tch
i’m in your block, can’t see you g
i got lil top, popped perk 80
i got lil drop, it [?]
lmma lil drag, i got a new key
[verse 4: ggm baby goat]
baby g, livin’ too fast, you know my life it’s a race
baby g, i need more gas, we smokin’ propane
you make me feel good, you can k!ll ma pain, that’s insane
i’m your neighbourhood, i don’t need no fame
that’s a lame, i’m so dumb, dumb
perc 80, make me numb
you know where i came from, where do you come from?
yeah, he just ran away, ran away, f*ck the fake friends
where is ma mailman, mailman
he is my best friend, yeah, yeah

[verse 5: lil soda boi]
yankee no brim, i don’t cap
lately off a perk imma nap
stay with the strap
me and my gang, we be smokin’ on gas
smokin’ propane, you ain’t know where we at
yankee no brim, we don’t cap
makin’ them bullets go past
yankee no brim, we don’t cap
pull up in maserati with the swag
soda and ggm, we hit the trap
we from the future, we had to come back
on your computer, you hatin’, that’s cap
i pour a two in a soda, now i’m feelin’ swag in the back
i’m feelin’ the swag, i had to get it get up in my bag
like mj, it’s bad
i’m goin’ fast and i hope i don’t crash
[outro: ggm baby goat]
i’m just being honest, keeping it hunnid ain’t so easy
[?]
all my drip’s some water, [?]
all my bros crazy, we got [?] personalities
poppin’ all my perkys, [?]
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- lil yu lil soda boi ggm records lyrics

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