Gamma Feb - LNCL Lyrics

Over da east or outta da hill Roll up big blunts, man dis shit a be real
Stomp your ass out if you steppin' tah us Go straight to your jaw, you know we don't fuss
Don't play bout them guns, you know we gon' bust The trench life, yeah, we bought this shit up
We runnin' shit, we runnin' We runnin' shit, we runnin
Laugh now, cry later, I don't find shit funny, man
Runnin' shit, runnin' shit, round da city like the runnin', man
I'm from Baltimore, Southside, I dare you ask me bout the wire
We smokin' fire, you smokin' dirt, it only had you a lor high
Big ol nigga, you a lor guy, lor a nigga, yeah, I do it bigger
I been off the wall, and ya dumbass aint ehn in the picture
I was in the system like Davo, young underrated like Lil' Chris
Out the mud like Young Moose, underground but im out the roof
Yeah, smoke now, die later Roll a blunt up and get high later
Over the east or out of the hill Roll up big blunts man this shit a be real
Stomp your ass out if you steppin' the us Go straight to your jaw, you know we don't fuss
Don't play bout them guns, you know we gon' bust The trench life, yeah, we bought this shit up
Don't play by my city, we straight out the mud The niggas is sellin' them nickels and dubs
A get your ass beat, Or get stomped in the club
For lookin' like bitches, always with a mug And when I say bitches, I'm talkin' bout Doug
Yeah, I'm talkin' bout Dougs Back in the basement or fresh out the club
Groupies, they love us, they showin' us love Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we in this bitch
We already know, basement boyz
Uh, uh, back at it, back at it, you know who we is
Eastside Cherry hill, Eastside
Laugh now, cry later I don't find shit funny, man
Runnin' shit, runnin' shit Round the city like the Running Man
I'm from Baltimore, Southside I dare you ask me bout the wire
We smokin' fire, you smokin' dirt It only had you a lor high
Big ol' nigga, you a lor guy Lil nigga, yeah, I do a bigger
Been off the wall and your dumb ass ain't even in the picture
I was in the system like Davo, young underrated like Lor Chris
Off the mud like Young Moose Underground, but I'm out da roof
Yeah, been here, I know it take time
B-B-Damn, if a nigga take mine You got three lines in your palm
You know one of them is your lifeline Killed the pussy and killed the beat
You gon' need to call a lifeline Vice grip on that lil' bitch
Next week I let her go She remind me she from D.C
Every single time, she say moe I'm a make you famous
Cause you keep sayin' my name Cross me up like A.I
I'ma put six in your brain So stay in your lane
We ain't playin' no games Like the weather, they change
Who else is to blame? No, no, no, no
They givin' up names I'm back to the money
I'm back to the basics You ridin' the wave you feelin' my drift
My voice is my gift We cooked up a hit
I'm out of time like Denzel I can't trust no bitch
I'm really out, yeah I'm on my ro shit
The real don't need no vouch You ain't runnin' shit but your mouth
Hella guns under the couch You ain't laughin' now
Laugh now, cry later I don't find shit funny, man
Runnin' shit, runnin' shit Round the city like the Running Man
I'm from Baltimore, Southside I dare you ask me about the wire
We smokin' fire, you smokin' dirt It only had you a lor high
Big ol' nigga, you a lor guy Lil nigga, yeah, I do it bigger
I been off the wall and your dumb ass ain't even in the picture
I was in the system like Davo Young Underrated like Lil' Chris
Out the mud like Young Moose Underground, but I'm off the roof