LACK! Ft.Mikeroskopick x Dxzzo(Prod.StillCandy)

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Lyrics: 

[Chorus]
Step catch a clip with yo' stupid ass
I'm makin' double, you make nigga do the math
She say she don't got a ride home
I get to laughing I turn to a Uber add
Stick got a flash like a iPhone
You better hope it don't hit when the ruger blast
There ain't no place where I go
See a opp lackin', I aim and shoot his ass

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I feel like Jonah Hill, yuh, she could get super bad
I geek up, I throw that pill, yuh, clip got a ruler mag
UPS, I creep through and move the pack
Shoot first, nigga no we ain't shootin' back
Nigga mention my name, get his noodle wacked 
Smokin opps with my bro like "Where voodoo at?" (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Look, stackin' the clip on yo' stupid ass
I'm makin' double, you made nigga do the math
She say she don't got a ride home
I get to laugh and I turn to a Uber app
Stick out the flash like a iPhone
You better hope it don't hit when the ruger blasts
There ain't no place where I go
See a opp lackin', I aim and shoot his ass

[Verse 2]
And my gang been locked in we don’t miss when we spin know your lo where you been cause we to in tact
Nigga, open your bank, go and put in your pin and just transfer the racks to my Mula app
Sendin' shots out the tecc man, I swing with with the gen and it take out yo' dog, get your poodle back
I'm the Lion King, bitch, I'm the cooler cat
Up that MAC, all your hear is a "Brrat"
I need oven mitts, I'm havin' hot heat
These boys bots I can find they ass at mavekon creek 
I got sauce, I out-drip you with the fuckin' white tee
Want that top, ain't no conversation, come and gawk me
Bitch, you lost me, talkin' 'bout I'm your top three
All I know is one, if I'm not then why you talkin'?
Way too many pills, wake up on the fuckin' concrete
I just want brain, I'm thinkin' just like a zombie
I got the grip on the seat 
I dont' play choppa big titty, bitch made it look like I'm K'
Catch me a hat, tryna up me a rank
I be here too much, they think I work for the bank
Drowning my gigs, I belong in the tank
Come and guard me, nigga, come get in the paint
I'm farmin', I'm in the spot with the Drake 
Go Garnet, he catch a fist in his face
I'm parkin', bro already out the Wraith
Mark it, put a bullet in his face, darn it
I done bloodied up the babes 
She he want the meat, I put pudding in cake
Tryna save music, it’s in a shooken estate
Better duck when you see me, you look to you late
This nigga broke 'cause I took all his pay 
Taught my apes how to shoot All my apesPlanet of the Apes
Fake ID granted, it was fake
I still got in the club with yo' bitch, mate
Red hot bullets, burnin' out the tecc
Let em step up, it's his death day
Think I fell in love with makin' check
Marry the guap, I'm like "Yes, bae"
I got em mad that I'm up next
Pissin' 'em off when I flex, ayy
Yeah, yeah, okay
Pissin' 'em off when I flex, ayy
Jump on the gang, that's a death day
Caught em alone nigga, checkmate

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, uh, uh-uh, uh
Caught em alone nigga, checkmate

DO THE MATH

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life's not fair p. otismadeit

Overwhelming (prod Me)

[CHORUS]

don't look, don't go

two shots, n his blood on the floor

might be cop, might be foe

whatever he is, we ain't passing the dro

and I still remember
my brother told me

he told me sean
I aint yo homie

im just a rapper that's vibing and lowkey
don't trust these people cus they finna hoe me

and what he said, that shit was true

I start to see and my hatred it grew

why would you waste all yo time and yo effort

on someone who thinking they better than you

I aint gon let all these rappers compare to me

you was my blood but you didn't care for me

lifted you up, thought you had changed, bare-ly

now I be spitting so carelessly

[VERSE]

not my fault
you talk all that shit

betrayed my trust
now you up in a ditch

spam my phone
but I aint answer it

bet you'd kill yourself just to hear me bitch

cus I know yo ways

you like attention, take that to the grave

but my mama told me do not give attention

to these hoes who aint giving me space

need space, my mind in a blaze

adhd brain, crazed

doc got me popping so many damn pills

for my issues that stemmed from a really young age

nobody knew me
so im fake

I didn't talk like they did
so they hate

and I played the cards I was dealt

whatever you felt

I already felt that pain

[CHORUS]

don't look, don't go

two shots, n his blood on the floor

might be cop, might be foe

whatever he is, we ain't passing the dro

and I still remember
my brother told me

he told me sean
I aint yo homie

im just a rapper that's vibing and lowkey
don't trust these people cus they finna hoe me

and what he said, that shit was true

I start to see and my hatred it grew

why would you waste all yo time and yo effort

on someone who thinking they better than you

I aint gon let all these rappers compare to me

you was my blood but you didn't care for me

lifted you up, thought you had changed, bare-ly

now I be spitting so carelessly

[WILL BE ON ALL PLATS SOON]

dont look p. nxtty

[lyrics]


[hook]

b2a b2a b2a b2a
bitch i might pull up and put belt to ass
get away get away get away get away
if you get close on me imma crash 
bitch i aim for the top going past you
bullets make his body like the flash suit
imma crack his head open like cashew
if my knock was a bitch she like why did i cheat
i had TWO

[verse]
do what i want while you do what you need
cause if i up the chop then you’d get on yo knees
took his bitch cause she be round the flokk 
now we can learn bout the birds and the bees
face shot we finna merch em
my shooter tyrese we got murderous tees/Ts
break in a opp house kill em
niggas know that i move with the murderous theives 
barber finna like his ass up tell em get back
money and bitches man i know you don’t get that 
i got a dark soul dragon breath when i spit that
niggas be playing but they don’t know that i get that
get that call of duty upping the big mag double cross a nigga like a overlapping zig zag
you need a big bag(biggie bag)(body bag)
wendy’s the big stacks 
too much fucking money now i look like im big back

hook]

b2a b2a b2a b2a
bitch i might pull up and put belt to ass
get away get away get away get away
if you get close on me imma crash 
bitch i aim for the top going past you
bullets make his body like the flash suit
imma crack his head open like cashew
if my knock was a bitch she like why did i cheat
i had TWO

2x

LACK! Ft.Mikeroskopick x Dxzzo(Prod.StillCandy)

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