Walk down with this stick tryna shake some down
Elmer Fudd with this stick better get on the ground
Not no tuff nigga shit ian neva been clowned
I don't f*ck with them niggas bet not come back around
Boy its sharks in that water you play you gone drown
30 shots in that glock dont get caught out of bounds
I been poppin my shit who the f*ck hating now
I need bands in my pants need it in large amounts
But we clutchin' these sticks just for now
In the field do a blitz, then my nigga we out
Told'em wait, we just lurkin' for now
If we catch the boy lackin', we checkin'Em out
Oh you missin some shit, what you talkin' about
Guess it's up bout this shit, we ain't talkin' at all
Im a hard dread head, bitch, I come out the south
Got my own gang, what is you talkin' about
Big C, but I'm SBG
No cap, nigga, play in this bitch, and get beat
No cap, you ain't f*ckin' with me,
Nigga F*ck how you feel, it ain't nothin' to me
Really been ballin', don't play for the heat
Fast car might f*ck up the street
That bitch a dog, I might give her a treat
Throat goat she gon' eat up the meat
Give me the ball, I'ma score like Jerome
F*ck a pad and a pen, I'ma go off the dome
F*ck on the bitch then I'm sendin' her home
Mane shoybandz the gang, nigga, let that be known
Walk down with this stick tryna shake some down
Elmer Fudd with this stick better get on the ground
Not no tuff nigga shit ian neva been clowned
I don't f*ck with them niggas bet not come back around
Boy its sharks in that water you play you gone drown
30 shots in that glock dont get caught out of bounds
I been poppin my shit who the f*ck hating now
I need bands in my pants need it in large amounts
But we clutchin' these sticks just for now
In the field do a blitz, then my nigga we out
Told'em wait, we just lurkin' for now
If we catch the boy lackin', we checkin'Em out
Oh you missin some shit, what you talkin' about
Guess it's up bout this shit, we ain't talkin' at all
Im a hard dread head, bitch, I come out the south
Got my own gang, what is you talkin' about
King Zo - Lurkin Lyrics
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Walk down with this stick tryna shake some down
Elmer Fudd with this stick better get on the ground
Not no tuff nigga shit ian neva been clowned
I don't f*ck with them niggas bet not come back around
Boy its sharks in that water you play you gone drown
30 shots in that glock dont get caught out of bounds
I been poppin my shit who the f*ck hating now
I need bands in my pants need it in large amounts
But we clutchin' these sticks just for now
In the field do a blitz, then my nigga we out
Told'em wait, we just lurkin' for now
If we catch the boy lackin', we checkin'Em out
Oh you missin some shit, what you talkin' about
Guess it's up bout this shit, we ain't talkin' at all
Im a hard dread head, bitch, I come out the south
Got my own gang, what is you talkin' about
Big C, but I'm SBG
No cap, nigga, play in this bitch, and get beat
No cap, you ain't f*ckin' with me,
Nigga F*ck how you feel, it ain't nothin' to me
Really been ballin', don't play for the heat
Fast car might f*ck up the street
That bitch a dog, I might give her a treat
Throat goat she gon' eat up the meat
Give me the ball, I'ma score like Jerome
F*ck a pad and a pen, I'ma go off the dome
F*ck on the bitch then I'm sendin' her home
Mane shoybandz the gang, nigga, let that be known
Walk down with this stick tryna shake some down
Elmer Fudd with this stick better get on the ground
Not no tuff nigga shit ian neva been clowned
I don't f*ck with them niggas bet not come back around
Boy its sharks in that water you play you gone drown
30 shots in that glock dont get caught out of bounds
I been poppin my shit who the f*ck hating now
I need bands in my pants need it in large amounts
But we clutchin' these sticks just for now
In the field do a blitz, then my nigga we out
Told'em wait, we just lurkin' for now
If we catch the boy lackin', we checkin'Em out
Oh you missin some shit, what you talkin' about
Guess it's up bout this shit, we ain't talkin' at all
Im a hard dread head, bitch, I come out the south
Got my own gang, what is you talkin' about
Elmer Fudd with this stick better get on the ground
Not no tuff nigga shit ian neva been clowned
I don't f*ck with them niggas bet not come back around
Boy its sharks in that water you play you gone drown
30 shots in that glock dont get caught out of bounds
I been poppin my shit who the f*ck hating now
I need bands in my pants need it in large amounts
But we clutchin' these sticks just for now
In the field do a blitz, then my nigga we out
Told'em wait, we just lurkin' for now
If we catch the boy lackin', we checkin'Em out
Oh you missin some shit, what you talkin' about
Guess it's up bout this shit, we ain't talkin' at all
Im a hard dread head, bitch, I come out the south
Got my own gang, what is you talkin' about
Big C, but I'm SBG
No cap, nigga, play in this bitch, and get beat
No cap, you ain't f*ckin' with me,
Nigga F*ck how you feel, it ain't nothin' to me
Really been ballin', don't play for the heat
Fast car might f*ck up the street
That bitch a dog, I might give her a treat
Throat goat she gon' eat up the meat
Give me the ball, I'ma score like Jerome
F*ck a pad and a pen, I'ma go off the dome
F*ck on the bitch then I'm sendin' her home
Mane shoybandz the gang, nigga, let that be known
Walk down with this stick tryna shake some down
Elmer Fudd with this stick better get on the ground
Not no tuff nigga shit ian neva been clowned
I don't f*ck with them niggas bet not come back around
Boy its sharks in that water you play you gone drown
30 shots in that glock dont get caught out of bounds
I been poppin my shit who the f*ck hating now
I need bands in my pants need it in large amounts
But we clutchin' these sticks just for now
In the field do a blitz, then my nigga we out
Told'em wait, we just lurkin' for now
If we catch the boy lackin', we checkin'Em out
Oh you missin some shit, what you talkin' about
Guess it's up bout this shit, we ain't talkin' at all
Im a hard dread head, bitch, I come out the south
Got my own gang, what is you talkin' about
Writer: Devin Jackson
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