in & out - luh tmo lyrics
[chorus 1:luh tmo]
just sit back b*tch how i get bucks and f*ck on sl*ts
catch my cut and f*ck em up 300 blackout got some nuts
traded my 19 its to small g17 hold 40 plus
n*ggas want smoke go get some bud
shaken district i see them trucks
10 bucks in blues a couple thousand on em put that boy on snooze
can’t buy no shoes call myself i’m armin hamers with these tools
a few lil stats and comments put you on the news thinkin you cool
ain’t do no talkin just muggin and strapped up while i’m at school
n*gga know bout i bounced out on him with this g43
slap 5 vices down stompin pair with the 5p police
dissin on the dead sh*t be so funny till the day i meet
familly all disbelief that boy deceased dead in the street
rock out ain’t no gang wit me 30 clip always hang wit me
f*ck b*tches no relations get this thang from me no fame from me
you catch me better aim for me,i’m buckin this b*tch faithfully
call a freak b*tch take some d*ck i’m stapped up ain’t no takin sh*t
sh*lls in my glock like a crayola me and lil bro slid in a toyota
roll his ass up in the wood start trippin and sh*t i d*mn near feel over
swingin this drake like it’s a guitar, whole lotta dead n*ggas wrapped in a cigar
i’m still trappin i’m tottin a glizzy its stoppin yo [?] you ain’t makin it far
slid through they side got glock 40 and 9s, fn57 ripe straight through his spine
40 round clip on the glock you runnin you dyin, red beam at the top of his mind(slid through they side got glock 40 and 9s, fn57 ripe straight through his spine
40 round clip on the glock you runnin you dyin, red beam at the top of his mind)
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