LX Dro Tracks

#nowplaying LX Dro - Pockets on E (prod. by Onkel Beats)

Produced by  @ONKEL BEATS  

Lyrics:

Stars up in the sky about a million
Moonshine in my cup I drink it up it help the healin
Darkness latching out my heart poundin
Climbin up a mountain every time I start doubting

Pockets always down on E
I been smoking trees Ever since I came up on the scene
I been framed-up at fifteen
Even though I had been clean
Parents fought it out and I was caught right in between

I been calling out to god so they would help me
But nothing ever happened I guess that they only listen to the wealthy
Or the lucky and the healthy sayin god bless in a selfie
Now I’m ballin like Chelsea
I don’t need any aid

Drink on lean pour a eighth
I smoke weed now I’m paid
I got it out the dirt now I’m too clean I get laid
On an almost daily basis
Put my babies on their faces
I’m always on the move and all you others are in stasis
Only chasin

After all the money in my bag
I took the game from all of you I’ll never give it back
I’m working every day I got the attitude you’re lacking
Throw the toxic out and I will never let it back in (yeah no cappin)

Now have I got back your attention
I let it blow in case of any tension (bow)
Live it up in comfort bought a mansion
Suicide doors on the Rolls Royce phantom

Stars up in the sky about a million
Moonshine in my cup I drink it up it help the healin
Darkness latching out my heart poundin
Climbin up a mountain every time I start doubting

Pockets always down on E
I been smoking trees Ever since I came up on the scene
I been framed-up at fifteen
Even though I had been clean
Parents fought it out and I was caught right in between

Stars up in the sky about a million
Moonshine in my cup I drink it up it help the healin
Darkness latching out my heart poundin
Climbin up a mountain every time I start doubting

Pockets always down on E
I been smoking trees Ever since I came up on the scene
I been framed-up at fifteen
Even though I had been clean
Parents fought it out and I was caught right in between

Caught right in between now I got dollars buy some sheen
If you are a fiend get hit with rockets we too mean
Blast you out your socks Drop you at the docks 
skrrt right of the scene and drink some whiskey on the rocks

In my helicopter got some blades just like a doctor
She called me one too many times I went ahead and blocked her
Nowadays there ain’t no fucking test that I didn’t ace
So don’t be a disgrace and now be quiet know your place

Jumpin to conclusions think I might have the solution
To my problems
load magazines with hollows 
for the semi autos drink some bottles Of the finest grade vodka
cross examination got you singing like the opera

you know that gets you hunted roll a blunt and fly to London
that’s a common occurrence 
gotta run with the currents
and it’s not about a taser
yeah we hit you with the laser
cartier bracelet
bitches runnin round naked
 
ah, this is just another flavor
counting up paper rollin weed up with my neighbor
fucked her didn’t pay her and you’re just another hater
see you later when I empty out my pockets
I’m smoking like a rocket

and you’re beggin on your knees
poppin ecstacy 
and try to stand right next to me
I see your jealousy 
I see you watching how I’m poppin
Just tryin to be nice I’ll let you pick up what I’m droppin

Stars up in the sky about a million
Moonshine in my cup I drink it up it help the healin
Darkness latching out my heart poundin
Climbin up a mountain every time I start doubting

Pockets always down on E
I been smoking trees Ever since I came up on the scene
I been framed-up at fifteen
Even though I had been clean
Parents fought it out and I was caught right in between

LX Dro - Pockets On E (prod. by Onkel Beats)

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lx_dro_official/ 

Produced by  @ONKEL BEATS and rxynoise

Lyrics:

Woah
I been pushin dope Louder kush and dro
Drivin no control I‘m so high I lost my soul
Drip right to my toes Water on my clothes
Tryna make the most Before we die or get too old

We tryna make the most 
Fore we die turn to a ghost
Now I’m ridin in the casper 
We flyin out to paris, 

aren’t you embarrassed 
that you haven’t been there
you’re barely hangin in there
I’m runnin out of pages in my passport 

Slide open the black door 
Of the wraith the last whore
Let me use her backdoor
To her traphouse cooking dope

Brand new style I’m lookin dope
Get the flour I’m making dough
Whos the man it’s LX Dro
I’m up in her pantyhose

Woah
I been pushin dope Louder kush and dro
Drivin no control I‘m so high I lost my soul
Drip right to my toes Water on my clothes
Tryna make the most Before we die or get too old
Woah
I been pushin dope Louder kush and dro
Drivin no control I‘m so high I lost my soul
Drip right to my toes Water on my clothes
Tryna make the most Before we die or get too old

I’m Ten toes
On benzos
Got ten hoes
Bitch I don’t know no friendzones

Yeah I’m eating French toast
In my brand new lambo
Fight me see how that goes
It’s gon end with 50 and 0

Get played like a nintendo
It ain’t no innuendo
If I say you’ll go out pretty sad way in the end tho

There’s somethin I need to tell
All my favorite rappers are shot dead or in a cell 
wish that twelve and all my opps will go to hell

Woah
I been pushin dope Louder kush and dro
Drivin no control I‘m so high I lost my soul
Drip right to my toes Water on my clothes
Tryna make the most Before we die or get too old
Woah
I been pushin dope Louder kush and dro
Drivin no control I‘m so high I lost my soul
Drip right to my toes Water on my clothes
Tryna make the most Before we die or get too old

LX Dro - Dro (prod. by Onkel Beats x Rxynoise)

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lx_dro_official/

Produced by @ONKEL BEATS & ProdbyLJS

Lyrics:

Take the maybach to the jet I take the jet right to the Maybach
Eyy I get the check And blow the check right on my baby
She givin me head She give me head and I go crazy
Shoes they got the check I caught you lackin now you lay there

Take the maybach to the jet Take the jet right to the Maybach
Eyy I get the check And blow the check right on my baby
Man you are too whack And I’m gon smack you all  for playin
If I feel attacked I get the TEC and I go sprayin

Honestly All I see
Is how you bitches follow me
It’s like you lack autonomy
Yeah I’ma need apologies
You’re lacking camaraderie
I’m armed like in a robbery
I’m announcing it so solemnly
It’s like I won the lottery

diamonds chains hanging 
pistols bangin
No snitch no tellin
pushin crystal sellin

A whole lotta work
In her hole make her twerk
Eat her soul for dessert
Got her toes in alert

My cookie hit like dynamite I’m smokin it all
Pay a bookie for a Friday night play poker and all in
Got you lookin for the bag you’re searching spring until fall
And my new rookies make you die tonight my homies are ballin 

Yeah we ballin like Enis Murati
If we talking cash you always change topic
You lil pussies too wet it’s getting so damn soggy
Fuck the business in doggy smoke some shit up in the hotel lobby

Take the maybach to the jet I take the jet right to the Maybach
Eyy I get the check And blow the check right on my baby
She givin me head She give me head and I go crazy
Shoes they got the check I caught you lackin now you lay there

Take the maybach to the jet Take the jet right to the Maybach
Eyy I get the check And blow the check right on my baby
Man you are too whack And I’m gon smack you up for playin
If I feel attacked I get the TEC and I go sprayin

It’s all just how it oughta be
I feel like it’s an oddity
How y’all can call on me 
My Collars looking coppery
With rocks on it cut flawlessly
And Cuban link geometry
A Classic like Sean Connery
a rapping game prodigy

A rap game original
political, criminal habitual
I’m paintin you a visual
Visceral you bitches all miserable

Oh man you’re all 
damn near unlistenable
and I’ma kill you all 
if you get my bitch involved

better take a word of my advice
if you wanna keep your life 
you better stop the bitin Mikey Tyson
drivin fast without a license

You’all hating and disguising
You all bitching and enticing
Cuban link around my neck 
it came with all this icing

Take the maybach to the jet I take the jet right to the Maybach
Eyy I get the check And blow the check right on my baby
She givin me head She give me head and I go crazy
Shoes they got the check I caught you lackin now you lay there

Take the maybach to the jet Take the jet right to the Maybach
Eyy I get the check And blow the check right on my baby
Man you are too whack And I’m gon smack you up for playin
If I feel attacked I get the TEC and I go sprayin

LX Dro - Maybach (prod. by Onkel Beats x prodByLJS)

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lx_dro_official/ 

Produced by  @ONKEL BEATS  

Lyrics:

I was feeling lost I been missin my home
Even though I been tryna talk bout it you left me so low
I was tryna save all the things we had shared but they’re gone
All the moments echo in me now that I sit here alone

This right here is talking about my greatest fear
Finding love and watching how it disappears
Feelin how you’re distant even if you’re near
That’s why I hesitated to show feelings right

At the start I stare into the ceiling lights
Thinking bout what happens when all isn’t right
It failed so many times before
That’s why people get divorced

That’s why people start to fight
I spend countless sleepless nights
Thinkin bout if I should try it

There’s no point for me to fight it
But soon I had denied it
Thought that love is only stupid 
That I wouldn’t ever need it

Cause tragedy repeated 
I was acting too conceited
Arguments they got too heated
Didn’t see the way I treated 

people in my life
I got caught up way too deep in thinking like
how could something new be any different right?
I was sippin purple it was mixed with sprite

Doin shit that I regret
Buried drops of tears but then I drowned instead
Didn’t talk to people homie now they’re dead
I feel so ungrateful for the luck I’ve had

Buried all my feelings in the drugs Mistakes
That I made came back and now they’re hauntin me
I was hoping for someone that’d come and save
Me from all this shit before it’s all too late

I was feeling lost I been missin my home
Even though I been tryna talk bout it you left me so low
I was tryna save all the things we had shared but they’re gone
All the moments echo in me now that I sit here alone
I was feeling lost I been missin my home
Even though I been tryna talk bout it you left me so low
I was tryna save all the things we had shared but they’re gone
All the moments echo in me now that I sit here alone

along came you and you flipped everything upside down
I was livin in a town That I looked at with a frown
But you moved in here and brought your energy with you
From the first moment on I wanna be with you

You showed me that I still could learn a thing or two
‘bout people and they’re ways you knew it isn’t true
That they’re tellin about love and you also made me see that too

Now I see the truth Please don’t ever leave my side
I know the future’s not in sight But I know this feels so right
Stay with me I’m too tired Of people only lyin
Because I know they’re only trying 

To get money it’s just a mask I know behind
It is their true face Tying up your shoelace
And distract you till it’s too late
Nah they’re all so two faced

And I know you are a real one showin me affection
I know you got my back and I didn’t even have to beckon
I swear to put my back in and to work on our luck
And I don’t give a fuck about what people have to say

I know that they don’t know what they are saying
Thinking that it’s fine if they’re just playin
Hurtin others doin it so plain it’s so insane
It’s better to be with you than to miss you pretty babe

So I promise I’ll be with you through the sunshine and the rain
even at the worst of our days

I was feeling lost I been missin my home
Even though I been tryna talk bout it you left me so low
I was tryna save all the things we had shared but they’re gone
All the moments echo in me now that I sit here alone
I was feeling lost I been missin my home
Even though I been tryna talk bout it you left me so low
I was tryna save all the things we had shared but they’re gone
All the moments echo in me now that I sit here alone

LX Dro - Fears (prod. by Onkel Beats)

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lx_dro_official/ 

Produced by  @ONKEL BEATS  and @Chiveer

Lyrics:

Reload pop it blackout
Reload pop it blackout
Pushin kilos in the traphouse homie
Reload pop it blackout

The glock 18 sprayin is integral to my trap sound
I been fuckin on your bitch
Send her right back to your crack house

I’m puffin at the dealership
it’s helpin me to heal and shit
some models there I’m feelin it
she grabbin at my stick

she never held a gun she didn’t even know the feelin 
askin me to show her just how real it is

poppin off the glock I’m this business trap for life
rockin this designer walk on water like I’m christ
French kissin the thottie got baguetties for the ice
Reachin down my pants she use her hands got her enticed

Reload pop it blackout
Reload pop it blackout
Pushin kilos in the traphouse homie
Reload pop it blackout

The glock 18 sprayin is integral to my trap sound
I been fuckin on your bitch
Send her right back to your crack house

This beat it came in D minor
[Redacted] rubs his D on minors
Bout to show this bitch some manners
And I’m not talkin about houses

Bitch you put your dick in horses
Kids and dogs to get you horny
You pervert got the TEC 9 on me
Spray your soul went out your body

Bigger numbers homie I’m not fuckin with no lames
Got the gang behind me we gon cross out all your fuckin names
Wipe you off the face of earth my homies play no games
You’ll end up in the dirt with bloodstains all over your shirt oh what a shame

Reload pop it blackout
Reload pop it blackout
Pushin kilos in the traphouse homie
Reload pop it blackout

The glock 18 sprayin is integral to my trap sound
I been fuckin on your bitch
Send her right back to your crack house

LX Dro - Blackout (prod. by Onkel Beats x Chiveer)

Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lx_dro_official/ 

Produced by  @ONKEL BEATS  and @Nicksbeatz

Lyrics:

Hit em with the stick go brrret
Nowadays they all feel attacked
Make a couple million ain’t no chilling
We all winning that’s just fact
Hear them speak up get them whacked
Hear them speak up get the semi
Automatic
We all ready 
Point it at the rats

Hit them with the hollows you gon follow 
Them down into hell 
Ringin bells ain’t gon tell 
a single soul upon this planet
Where your body fucking ended up
We pop bottles turn it up

Good gelato come with an armado
Purple but no taro in my cup
You know I don’t give a fuck
About your little bitch problems
Yeah your little bitch gobbles 
On my cock and balls with ease

Wanna swallow all my kids
I got cheese
For about a thousand years
This like music to my ears

You’re all soft as it appears
I got pointers in my watch
I got diamonds on my wrist
And you look like you’re in tears
Bout this lifestyle that I’m living
Kinda looks like I am winning
Backstage with your hoe and now I’m chilling
I’m surrounded by these women 
I can’t focus on my shit
Got bifocals on my wrist
Hop like a locust out my whip
Ah
Ah
I got 45s loaded
I’m freezing I got all this ice on me
I got all these eyes on me
1,2 got them trippin
3, 4,5 when we hit em
6,7 get the heater
8,9 millimeter
10, 11 yeah I send them all to heaven
They can’t get up to my level
I’m the devil and I’m movin out to get them

Hit em with the stick go brrret
Nowadays they all feel attacked
Make a couple million ain’t no chilling
We all winning that’s just fact
Hear them speak up get them whacked
Hear them speak up get the semi
Automatic
We all ready 
Point it at the rats

Hit em with the stick go brrret
Nowadays they all feel attacked
Make a couple million ain’t no chilling
We all winning that’s just fact
Hear them speak up get them whacked
Hear them speak up get the semi
Automatic
We all ready 
Point it at the rats

Hit them with the copper jackets
Gucci store we coppin jackets
Hop on top the car and scream
Livin life like in a dream
Livin life like in a movie
I smoke gas I puff on zooties
In the rolls Royce with some groupies
Wearing nothing but a two piece
That’s just what it’s like
I’m gon pass em the next night
Only fuck em for a day
Drop the top and whip away

Leavin dollars on the street
Is that Onkel on the beat?
Yeah she grabbin on my phallus 
On a private plane to dallas
Big palace
When I pull up to the hotel
Drugbusiness a wholesale
I been on a summer trip to bali
Rent the whole fuckin island
Yeah we wildin

Diamonds on me pilin
Honestly we tryna take over all the planet
Buy a car nah I don’t rent it
Not a stylist I got taste
I light it and it’s laced

I just came back from a trip from overseas
Pop the glock now be diseased
At the top I’m puffin trees
Nah stop it fucking  please

1,2 got them trippin
3, 4,5 when we hit em
6,7 get the heater
8,9 millimeter
10, 11 yeah I send them all to heaven
They can’t get up to my level
I’m the devil and I’m movin out to get them

Hit em with the stick go brrret
Nowadays they all feel attacked
Make a couple million ain’t no chilling
We all winning that’s just fact
Hear them speak up get them whacked
Hear them speak up get the semi
Automatic
We all ready 
Point it at the rats

Hit em with the stick go brrret
Nowadays they all feel attacked
Make a couple million ain’t no chilling
We all winning that’s just fact
Hear them speak up get them whacked
Hear them speak up get the semi
Automatic
We all ready 
Point it at the rats

LX Dro - We All Ready (prod. by Onkel Beats x Nicksbeatz)

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