Lyrics
Told Blood snipe em from the roof
Blood don't blink
Told folks he need to fix his pride
Folks don't think
Told lord i gotta pay it forward
Niggas be projecting swear dat shit so transparent
My dick hang wit sum leverage
A suicidal gangsta is sum shit I never heard of
Wanna off hisself but steady yappin bout dat murda
Yall niggas ain no killas mane
So we ain gone feel it mane
Niggas stomp the yard dey was too lame to come and join the gang
Ooo Wee
Yo dead homies, fuckas is not tryin mines
All you niggas pussy but I got smoke for all 9 lives
20 times over out here spinning shit like hurricanes
1 month sober back rappin henny still da drank
Gang got a junt said fuck it mane fye it up
Just got to da function if they tweakin we gone fye it up
Over rep da south but I got England bitches tryin fuck
Throw my members plays I feel like Stroud da way dial da plus
Mane, please give me niggas beats, I'a make a classic double disc
Grandaddy LOS, it's belt 2 ass for da punishment
Steamrollin you - and all yo patnas you be runnin wit
Easy money
Mane I fuck wit Los and nutty but I'm da rawest LOS innit
I know rappers wreak delusion lie to self like they ain bitches
And really mane I'm honest, round me dese fuckas timid
And I'm so wit da dirty work - it ain shit to fill ditches
Ain shit to run bitches, I'm da trillest nigga livin
Out the womb hot ass june born in august to dis pimpin
And I'ma speak this, down south street shit
Knockin niggas off who think they, steady droppin hit slick
I'ma gone get em, I'ma bone chiller
Sip nigga, lac low, kuz ion fuck wit em
Persevering while a nigga steering
I'm so militant but LOS forever God fearing
No mo waiting I den lost allat
Allat patience in me
Seem dem niggas lost the plot and gained excuses I peeped
Diamond in a hail storm MANE
Dats how I was formed MANE
Niggas bitch now bitches switch I guess dats da new norm MANE
Los can't be entangled hoe
I'm spangled like a charm MANE
Mainly kick it solo
But a bad bitch stay on arms MANE
Fuckas think they hot
Stand next to me it ain no candle lit
Bitches brewin, jungle fever, whiter den my management
Da realest nigga still, and still plottin on a bill
Come and try you bound to die if youon overdose on pills
Ion got no heart for niggas, don't play no part for niggas
Coach KEMET send a blitz like Micah Parsons hit ya
Ion got no heart for niggas, don't play no part for niggas
Coach KEMET send a blitz like Micah Parsons hit ya
And yall niggas ain no killas mane
So we ain gone feel it mane
Fuck nigga! Stuck nigga!
Get up out them feelings mane
Y'all niggas ain no killas mane
So we ain gone feel it mane
Fuck nigga! Stuck nigga!
Get up out them feelings mane