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somewhere to be - lilcj kasino lyrics

ayy ayy (meezy808 spin that sh*t)
y’all know what the f*ck popping (meezy spin that back)

[verse 1]
told that b*tch i got too many opps to come play with you(too many)
just wanna pop, i got guap to get, so i can’t stay with you (gotta go)
can’t be my partner if i can’t get cake with you (nah)
we see a opp and we pop out, we facing ’em (pew pew pew)
we hit the spot make it jump like gymnasium (the trap)
we stack them blocks to the top then erasing ’em (guap)
soon as we pull out the lot we be racing ’em (skrrt)
chasing that guap so these b*tches be chasing ’em
give a f*ck ’bout the cop, we gonna slide ain’t no taming us
go against squad must be smoking on angel dust (dumbass)
he ain’t gorilla that n*gga can’t hang with us (grr)
we are not built the same you are not gang enough (lame)
make a diss song n*gga might as well hang it up
i’m in the street n*gga your name don’t rang enough
b*tch i got rich and still ain’t do no changing up (i did that)
i keep the gl!ck with about one in the chamber
working my wrist tryna whip up ?
got a rap n*gga b*tch on my d*ck i can’t name
he really a l!ck and i’m really a stain
i’m sipping on drank how i did with my ?
he think he a demon, turn him to a angel
b*tch i get ? from ’bout three different angles
my young n*gga b*tch they be ?
don’t f*ck with police we don’t talk to no stranger
[chorus]
they stealing sauce but they don’t got the recipe (sauce)
balling on n*ggas no referee (bow bow)
don’t give a f*ck who it is we gon’ pop*out
and stretch him b*tch i can’t let no n*gga step on me
these n*ggas hate ’cause i’m leveling
24/8 i’m out chasing that cake i don’t never sleep
that lil b*tch called me the devil
i hit from the back and i put that lil b*tch in a pedigree
i hit that block with that pressure
i learned how to turn a crack shack to them racks and ?
we having this sh*t for the lesser
we running through bands every day
and we ran up every week
ayy n*ggas chasing that bread like they never eat (that guap)
start pouring up med i done fell asleep (that mud)
had to cut that b*tch off, met a better freak
had to pop and dip, i had somewhere to be

[verse 2]
had to become a boss, ‘sum you’ll never be
had to grind because handouts was never me
keep a hammer ’cause b*tch ain’t no nailing me
can’t be around you, i sense a lil jealousy
can’t be f*cking with n*ggas they h*lla sweet
been in my bag it just keep getting bigger
new opp pack bag with no swisher
got a box for the white this sh*t look like tissue
? this sh*t got me stuck like a sticker
we shipping them bricks that we used to deliver
you a drill rapper b*tch i’m a real driller
i’m a kidnapper, get found in a river (b*tch)
been stacking this sh*t to the ceiling
i finally can say that i got enough bricks for a building
you cappin’ that ain’t how you living
i satrted this ? sh*t all these lil n*ggas my children
pull off the lot, drop the top and we ?
ain’t talking sh*t n*gga gon’ die just from stealing
got a project b*tch but she rocking ?
got a glock with a switch n*gga try me, we spinning
sending shots the lil n*gga throw bullets like ?
skirt off the lot, quarter mil’ in my engine (skrt skrt)
?
my drawls and my socks n*gga everything fendi
pull up and blow make it feel like it’s windy
kasino gang n*gga we winning
come test your luck f*ck n*gga must don’t like listening
i worked hard for this sh*t what you flexing, we giving
please don’t compare me to him ’cause it’s different
i’m stacking up chips ain’t got time to be chilling
when it come to my town we be k!lling we want some get back
n*gga ain’t got no time to be healing
[chorus]
they stealing sauce but they don’t got the recipe (sauce)
balling on n*ggas no referee (bow bow)
don’t give a f*ck who it is we gon’ pop*out
and stretch him b*tch i can’t let no n*gga step on me (pew pew)
these n*ggas hate ’cause i’m leveling (they hate)
24/8 i’m out chasing that cake i don’t never sleep
that lil b*tch called me the devil
i hit from the back and i put that lil b*tch in a pedigree
i hit that block with that pressure
i learned how to turn a crack shack to them racks ?
we having this sh*t for the lesser (got it)
we running through bands every day (ran up)
and we ran up every week
ayy n*ggas chasing that bread like they never eat (that guap)
start pouring up med i done fell asleep (that mud)
had to cut that b*tch off, met a better freak
had to pop and dip, i had somewhere to be

- lilcj kasino lyrics

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