Know we bout to drag
Long live pops man, long live carter
So advise you to get out the way, my guys on the rise just ran up a K
Can't f*ck with the kid so they hate, what the f*ck do I say
Locked in the stu every motherf*cking day
Double m on top yeah this shit be the brand
Leave his ass on the side of the rode like can
Lil hoe on my dick yeah she really a fan, say you took some from me i'm looking like when
But let me break it down, i'm only 16 i been running it up
Leave that dumb nigga stank, leave his ass with a frown
Just had my first show had a whole damn crowd
Man i miss my pops, I swear imma make you proud
Screaming long live my pops and carter, I do this for y'all
She asked was she laced? Hell nah lil bitch this ba'
Lil niggas be cap ain't hop in no car
Me and J.R back at it again, tryna make it out the hood steady chasing them bens
Can't wait to get sign, just hand me a pen
Down bad on my ass but that was back then
They call me Luh Twon got the whole city lit
Can't f*ck with Luh Twon lil bro just quit (uh, yeah)
Who f*cking with me? Niggas be on my dick can't let a nigga be
You ain't smoking on za, you smoking on cree
Keep chatting on the net can't wait till we meet
You ain't never been the one just take you a seat
Keep that shit in the vault lil nigga gone head press delete
My guys really step so stop all that yapping
Nigga double m that nigga you not a factor
If you dissing my twin imma send his ass backwards
Imma blow his ass up like the twin towers
I remember dem days I was down on my ass
Now it's hellstar tees when I'm bout to go drag, not worried bout a uhh
Not worried bout a thing if it ain't bout a bag
Late night I be smacking tryna thrown on my mask
She f*ck with dis side cause we having dat cash
Can't f*ck with dem boys lil niggas be fags
(Uhh let's do it)
Aye old head junky pushed up inna Buick
He hating He Mad cause she playin my music
If I get you this Glock then yo ass better use it
He faking his life type shit be on tubi
We bussin in da yo-
We bussin in da yo just me and luh twon
Freak bitch on my dick cause she know im Da don (Aye alright cmon)
Get to sending that shit if his ass talking tough, Mr. BabyYsL and I'm calling his bluff
Like he shooting dat dice boy his ass outta luck
Aye just put me in da game if you want you a buck
I can teach you how to slime, I can teach you how to kill
Just turn on my song and go do you a drill
Dis shit ain't for fun really want me a deal
Pop shit every day young nigga gotta chill
And I'm doin dis shit for da mf money give a f*ck bout da fame
You is not my kin, yall niggas be lame
Luh boo gave me head and she left her a stain
Walked in wit a curry, walked out wit a dame
Ion even know da gen bitch flat flat bang
(Uhh goo)
And no Ian worried bout no thot, just me and luh twon we callin da shots (lets do it)
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English
Know we bout to drag
Long live pops man, long live carter
So advise you to get out the way, my guys on the rise just ran up a K
Can't f*ck with the kid so they hate, what the f*ck do I say
Locked in the stu every motherf*cking day
Double m on top yeah this shit be the brand
Leave his ass on the side of the rode like can
Lil hoe on my dick yeah she really a fan, say you took some from me i'm looking like when
But let me break it down, i'm only 16 i been running it up
Leave that dumb nigga stank, leave his ass with a frown
Just had my first show had a whole damn crowd
Man i miss my pops, I swear imma make you proud
Screaming long live my pops and carter, I do this for y'all
She asked was she laced? Hell nah lil bitch this ba'
Lil niggas be cap ain't hop in no car
Me and J.R back at it again, tryna make it out the hood steady chasing them bens
Can't wait to get sign, just hand me a pen
Down bad on my ass but that was back then
They call me Luh Twon got the whole city lit
Can't f*ck with Luh Twon lil bro just quit (uh, yeah)
Who f*cking with me? Niggas be on my dick can't let a nigga be
You ain't smoking on za, you smoking on cree
Keep chatting on the net can't wait till we meet
You ain't never been the one just take you a seat
Keep that shit in the vault lil nigga gone head press delete
My guys really step so stop all that yapping
Nigga double m that nigga you not a factor
If you dissing my twin imma send his ass backwards
Imma blow his ass up like the twin towers
I remember dem days I was down on my ass
Now it's hellstar tees when I'm bout to go drag, not worried bout a uhh
Not worried bout a thing if it ain't bout a bag
Late night I be smacking tryna thrown on my mask
She f*ck with dis side cause we having dat cash
Can't f*ck with dem boys lil niggas be fags
(Uhh let's do it)
Aye old head junky pushed up inna Buick
He hating He Mad cause she playin my music
If I get you this Glock then yo ass better use it
He faking his life type shit be on tubi
We bussin in da yo-
We bussin in da yo just me and luh twon
Freak bitch on my dick cause she know im Da don (Aye alright cmon)
Get to sending that shit if his ass talking tough, Mr. BabyYsL and I'm calling his bluff
Like he shooting dat dice boy his ass outta luck
Aye just put me in da game if you want you a buck
I can teach you how to slime, I can teach you how to kill
Just turn on my song and go do you a drill
Dis shit ain't for fun really want me a deal
Pop shit every day young nigga gotta chill
And I'm doin dis shit for da mf money give a f*ck bout da fame
You is not my kin, yall niggas be lame
Luh boo gave me head and she left her a stain
Walked in wit a curry, walked out wit a dame
Ion even know da gen bitch flat flat bang
(Uhh goo)
And no Ian worried bout no thot, just me and luh twon we callin da shots (lets do it)
Long live pops man, long live carter
So advise you to get out the way, my guys on the rise just ran up a K
Can't f*ck with the kid so they hate, what the f*ck do I say
Locked in the stu every motherf*cking day
Double m on top yeah this shit be the brand
Leave his ass on the side of the rode like can
Lil hoe on my dick yeah she really a fan, say you took some from me i'm looking like when
But let me break it down, i'm only 16 i been running it up
Leave that dumb nigga stank, leave his ass with a frown
Just had my first show had a whole damn crowd
Man i miss my pops, I swear imma make you proud
Screaming long live my pops and carter, I do this for y'all
She asked was she laced? Hell nah lil bitch this ba'
Lil niggas be cap ain't hop in no car
Me and J.R back at it again, tryna make it out the hood steady chasing them bens
Can't wait to get sign, just hand me a pen
Down bad on my ass but that was back then
They call me Luh Twon got the whole city lit
Can't f*ck with Luh Twon lil bro just quit (uh, yeah)
Who f*cking with me? Niggas be on my dick can't let a nigga be
You ain't smoking on za, you smoking on cree
Keep chatting on the net can't wait till we meet
You ain't never been the one just take you a seat
Keep that shit in the vault lil nigga gone head press delete
My guys really step so stop all that yapping
Nigga double m that nigga you not a factor
If you dissing my twin imma send his ass backwards
Imma blow his ass up like the twin towers
I remember dem days I was down on my ass
Now it's hellstar tees when I'm bout to go drag, not worried bout a uhh
Not worried bout a thing if it ain't bout a bag
Late night I be smacking tryna thrown on my mask
She f*ck with dis side cause we having dat cash
Can't f*ck with dem boys lil niggas be fags
(Uhh let's do it)
Aye old head junky pushed up inna Buick
He hating He Mad cause she playin my music
If I get you this Glock then yo ass better use it
He faking his life type shit be on tubi
We bussin in da yo-
We bussin in da yo just me and luh twon
Freak bitch on my dick cause she know im Da don (Aye alright cmon)
Get to sending that shit if his ass talking tough, Mr. BabyYsL and I'm calling his bluff
Like he shooting dat dice boy his ass outta luck
Aye just put me in da game if you want you a buck
I can teach you how to slime, I can teach you how to kill
Just turn on my song and go do you a drill
Dis shit ain't for fun really want me a deal
Pop shit every day young nigga gotta chill
And I'm doin dis shit for da mf money give a f*ck bout da fame
You is not my kin, yall niggas be lame
Luh boo gave me head and she left her a stain
Walked in wit a curry, walked out wit a dame
Ion even know da gen bitch flat flat bang
(Uhh goo)
And no Ian worried bout no thot, just me and luh twon we callin da shots (lets do it)
Writer: Antoine Lee, Baby YsL
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid