LAT3LY (feat. Lil Darkie)

(Gang, gang) Then I call the ho I done, yeah I done fuck on that ho (That ho) Pour me a drank and I pour me a four I whip in the trap, I whip in the bowl I get to the racks, I get to the dough And I got a strap, and I got a pole She wanna kick it, just like Po I been flippin' in the bowl And now I'm winnin', on the go She suckin' my dick and she a goat, yuh I pull up in a drop top, goal Skrrt in a foreign, Lightning McQueen Shawty, she foreign, she look like a queen Shawty a thot, she suckin' the team I pour out the drop, I pour out the lean Got a lot in my jean, gotta ride my way Got a bitch and my wife, I call it LV I'm gone off the pack, boy, you smell me And where's your bed, boy? You tell me That nigga a snitch, that nigga telling He went out the lines, I surf, ain't lean And all my slime, you know that I bleed That nigga won't talk, now he in the streets That choppa gon' sing, like do re mi I'm countin' it up like A-B-C's I'm addin' it up, I'm gettin' this green Choppa gon' kick, Kung Fu I can't love her, I'm not that dude I feel like a crip, my hunnids blue Can't fuck with that bih' 'cause you give me the blues You know that I whip and I stay with a tool You know I be drippin', I stay with the goo You know I ain't trippin', I stay with them goons And shawty, she shrimpin', she know what to do That nigga a lame, that nigga a goo I'm switching lanes inside of my coupe Pull up in a Wraith, you know that I fool, son I'm sick of these bitches, they all have disease I pull out my green, now she on her knees But I'm gettin' rich, I get to the green That nigga SixNine, that nigga a snitch She want 6-9, she freaky as shit I nut in her eye, she can't see shit Like bro, gimme that, that's not yo' stick I pull up and click, see if she's boy, that's not yo' bitch I'm racing when I'm in the switch, yuh I face him, smoke him like a spliff And lately I've been on my shit Don't pay me out, just need a grip Tell that lil' boy "Get a grip" (Yeah) And I got a clip, it sit on my hip Nigga, they talkin' that shit (Yuh) But I'm with your bih' and I'm breakin' her hip I be independent, like boy, are you him? (Yuh, yuh) You stay with the space, I'm shootin' this clip Yo' boy is a mouse, I pull out the clip I shoot up his house, I shoot up his crib These niggas talk shit, ain't ballin' shit (Yeah, yeah) Well, look at your bih', I'm callin' dibs Ballin', need a scholarship Diamonds floss, it's on my wrist (Yeah) Diamond lost it on my wrist, ah-ah-ah, oh-oh (Yeah) Nigga won't talk all that shit Nigga on acid trip I'm wearin' that Vivienne fit I will not fiend, no Nigga won't talk all that raw raw Takin' that gun to his papa Nigga want smoke 'til it pop off Nigga, you doo-doo like caca (Yeah), fah fah I got on top, but ain't feelin' my vibe with that runnin' The diamonds, like how 'bout you find that, ah-ah Ah-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh, ah-ahh-ah-ah-ahh Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh I ain't in the city for lookin' pretty (Yuh, yuh) All my opps touchin' titties (Yuh, yuh), I'm gone (I'm gone) I be runnin' up a check, yeah Put that on my neck, ah-ahh I'm on the block gettin' bottled You want some yolo, you holler Gave 'em some crack for a dollar She call me simp, but she Nala (Yeah) She wan' me fuck up her back I'm poppin' a Vivienne tag I'm poppin' a sign of attack To all these niggas that wack (Yeah) If she wanna roll the spiders We keepin' a million lighters But you in the street, and we fighters We poppin' an opp, you don't mind us (Yeah, yeah) And that guy can roll with the leader And we might leave you in a liter Yo' bitch, I know maybe she teethin' I'm leavin' them up in believers (Yeah, yeah) Uh Uhh-uhh-uh Uh Lay me out, lay me out Lay me out, lay me out To dry in the rays from the sky Leave me high, let's search it, and I'm here for mine When we fly When we fly, I won't need another land now With my gang, I'ma need yo' ass to stand down, huh (Yuh) They don't understand now Bag it up on a nigga, might just take you out Where you from, nigga? I don't know what state you out In my bag like McDonald's, I'm gon' fade you now I'm not big, nigga, I'm might need to pay you now You got money in yo' pocket, better walk it out Actin' funny, I ain't talkin' if the Glock is out Smell like honey, sweet like butter when I sock you out (Yuh) Ain't nobody that'll call her when I knock you out (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Nose is runny, nose is bloody, why you talkin' now? Lay me out, lay me out Lay me out, lay me out To dry in the rays from the sky Leave me high, let's search it, and I'm here for mine (Yeah, ayy) When we fly Yeah, all these, all these bitches wan' suck me Yeah, bitch I'm talkin', pull up, then I'm bussin' Yuh, bitches want me, that boy, he don't want beef Yeah, she don't love me, she just love my money (Cash) Yeah, ayy, get these racks (Get these racks) Pulled a glatt (Bah bah), then I slatt (Yeah, yeah) But I want my sat, oh (Yeah, yeah) Oh, oh, all my hands on go (Yeah, yeah) I'm in the flack, gotta I keep me a pole I play around and blow, just like a noel Niggas be cappin', they don't get no racks These niggas be fake, these niggas be rats But I walk in the bank and I walk out with sacks And I walk in my sense, then I fuck up a sack Yeah, you done, they give me whip Yeah, flippin' the pack like a gymnast Yeah, drop my racks, they gettin' it The shot on my back 'cause the hoe is a midget Yeah, strap them out the fire Now that bitch pop, like fuck with you, why? (Yuh) Can't fuck with a thot 'cause she like to lie Pull up with the Glock, I shoot at his eye I call my baby Bella (Baby, uh), we'll be fine Boy, I'm in the flack, gotta keep me a .9 And these niggas, they gon' fuck, they go switchin' they sides And I left my ho 'cause she down to ride If you wanna let me go, baby, let me cry I don't gotta know mo', I can see in her eyes You don't ever call my phone, say you don't gotta try How it's bad when I see with all the guys (Huh, huh, huh) Lay me out to dry (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)