Letras
Ay, ay
I'm calling him
L-A-N-A
I'ma call my shooter
He be ruder than a rude boy
With a pool toy, leave ya drownin
When the bodies hit the floor
EMS be crowding
Beach body, grave robbing
And they'll never ever find it
And I, I be clicking when he be clacking
Playing with them
Bodies tick, tick, tick, tick, toe-tatting
Sliding through like we hi-hattin
Ringing ears and the main man be the hood type ho baggins
If you say it better make sure that you meant it
If you say you're gonna buy it, better have three times to spend it
We can't all be business owners
Some of us stay employed tenants
It's okay if it's on credit
But don't lie that you still rent it, ah
Why you flexing on these imperfect teeth of mine
Got it from my daddy
My bite is my only grind
Never wasted bitch
Double shot in over time
Don't go light on my skin
I'm flyest in my darkest time
I'ma call my shooter
He be ruder than a rude boy
With a pool toy, leave ya drownin
When the bodies hit the floor
EMS be crowding
Beach body, grave robbing
And they'll never ever find it
And I, I be clicking when he be clacking
Playing with them
Bodies tick, tick, tick, tick, toe-tatting
Sliding through like we hi-hattin
Ringing ears and the main man be the hood type ho baggins
Make me call my shooter
Ain't nobody ruder
Nickname Grave Tutor
They still call me Lana Lueger
Where your balls be
Don't tell me that you're neutered
Ripping all my songs and my sounds
You just wanna be the Buddha
You can't hit it like me, no hate
You can copy what I say
But you can't create it
Or hit with the bars
Rap with the cause