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catch you lackin' - stereosylvia lyrics

[intro: stereosylvia]
yeah, aigh’
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: stereosylvia]
they be like “d*mn, is that sylvia?” when i walk in
yeah, stupid b*tch, catch me on the front page
always walk around dripped as f*ck like it’s sunday
schemin’ on these dudes, got a mac and h*lla frustrate
i don’t wanna talk to these b*tches on my cell phone
sayin’ “who is this?” like, motherf*cker, i am well known
smokin’ so much gas, got me feelin’ like i’m dumbo
chop ’em in his head and f*ck up tryna spell the headstone
[verse 1: stereosylvia]
gemstone all around my neck and they rich as hеll
b*tch know i got the ricks on, [?]
ak*47 got me rushin’ like thе nfl
yeah, my pockets only stretch bigger, bro, can’t you tell
i be makin’ moves, y’all mo’f*ckers be sittin’ still
what you know ’bout that d*mn money? you broke as h*ll
sniper squad all around his house, boutta get the k!ll
b*tch call me yeat, if you need me you can ring the bell
what the f*ck you talkin’ on me for ’cause your b*tch like me?
askin’ [?], like pooh shiesty
b*tch, i’m a top ten, yo hoe a five piece
you not even four bruh, get the f*ck out my feed
who the f*ck is that? why he yappin’ to the f*ckin’ feds?
i was in the crib, high as f*ck, eatin’ cornbread
[?] d*mn chain, sell it back to you for twice the price
droppin’ out yo sunroof and hit you with surprise, surprise
why that boy mad as h*ll when his girl is a fan of me?
walk up to a man and be like “ain’t you nathaniel b?”
pop a f*ckin’ perc, got me livin’ in a fantasy
don’t you dare step to me if you wan’ keep your sanity
talkin’ ’bout some p*ssy like i got some bigger fish to fry
munchin’ on the shrooms, trippin’ out, watchin’ family guy
i be gettin’ gains up, catch me doin’ exercise
talkin’ ’bout the plug askin’ what went where and why
[chorus: stereosylvia]
they be like “d*mn, is that sylvia?” when i walk in
yeah, stupid b*tch, catch me on the front page
always walk around dripped as f*ck like it’s sunday
schemin’ on these dudes, got a mac and h*lla frustrate
i don’t wanna talk to these b*tches on my cell phone
sayin’ “who is this?” like, motherf*cker, i am well known
smokin’ so much gas, got me feelin’ like i’m dumbo
chop ’em in his head and f*ck up tryna spell the headstone

[verse 2: mannyily]
got a glocky on me, b*tch, this ain’t no nerf gun
boy think he poppin’, where yo songs? i ain’t heard none
talkin’ h*lla sh*t, got a bullet, yeah, you earned one
i got b*tches in the function, i be thinkin’ should i curve one
brodie think he funny, lil’ comedian
b*tch hit my phone sayin’ “manny, we should link again”
run up on a boy, he want the heat again
can’t go to sleep without a bag, i be needin’ it
brodie hit my phone and he talkin’ funny
looney tunes, b*tch, hit my phone like the talkin’ bunny
bro saw my face one time and he started running
glocky on my hip, finna shoot you in yo f*ckin’ tummy
talkin’ like he know how to make some money
b*tch, get the bag, what you doin’? you a f*ckin’ dummy
brodie, drop the addy, if you talkin’ you can bet i’m comin’
listen to my bars and you might actually learn somethin’
glocky on me, make him do the running man
white boy, talkin’ h*lla sh*t, he a country man
white b*tch, h*lla racist, on me for the money man
i could make a dollar everyday and have you stuntin’ man
punch out, i’ma hit that boy like i’m gabby jay
matter fact, i’ma beat your ass like i’m cassie cage
run up on your block and be catch you lackin’, sat*rday
drop a song and b*tch i’m blowin’ up like i’m a hand grenade

- stereosylvia lyrics

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