by my lonely 3 (lint)

in stu freestyle (prod arcie)

(chop_x_tjriverss prods) Mixed and mastered by me n semi written by us too | socials @luvdenn1 n @1kxsmii

LYRICS :
 
LUVDEN

Spend yo block like rambo
Um wit prkka give you handle (swaag)
Racks on me i handle 
Gucci on my sandle
Walked down he get blowed like candle 
Dont need for no man inna middle
Gripping tolting on dis pistol
Wit yo bitch i give popsicle  
Give you a test ian talking pacer 
Fuuk nigga feel like lazer (feel like lazer)
Bit so fine needa meet her maker 
Like beyonce she want cater
Top flo um up onna top 
Guitar we gon make it rock
Dont do pity or no talk 
I just hear racks when i walk 
Head huncho i get u chop 
Um wit twin pass that lob 
Come tap in bitch come shop
She said luvden boy you rock
Plain jain i just got that watch
I will never be no fraud 
These niggas fake just switch an watch 
In my lane cant switch no plot
Jump back in never stop 
Love her then cant love her now 
In loving wit hunnids yeahh
Bathing ape yeah i rock 
Chilling wit my gang oh yaa 
We all going to the top

SEMI 

And you know we all going to the top 
Um inna back and i keep me a chop 
Arp and it came wit a stock
Run up onna team make his body drop
Um pushing in like it was a clock
Stacking up my cheese i been getting guap
Bro wanna run wit my hand he gon get drop  
Ik that this is my time of the month
Huh ian do it for no stunt 
Nigga run he get beat wit the gun
556 make a nigga run 
I take music for real ion do it fa fun
Choppa gon glizz a nigga honey bun
My nigga shining like he was a sun
My nigga shooters always tolt his guns
Stand on my money nigga made a tonn

by my lonely 3 (lint)

Summi