LSL (feat. Severe)

Aye, yeah yeah Niggas know it's still Davila szn man Let 'em know Hey Bitches wanna f*ck with me 'cause I got options Bad bitches yeah you know that they some models Hit the club, yeah you know we popping bottles Got that Pinot grigio we go full throttle I don't need no fucking love bitch, I need mac tens Niggas say they know the vibe, but they was 'capping Said you fucking with me baby girl what happened 'Cause you ghost no casper All these niggas know that we've been stacking All that paper on me, bitch What's bracking Bitch I came a long way from jacking They promoting they music, but they stagnant Baby girl you know you can't tell me how I'ma live And you did me wrong so you know that I can't forgive Pick the phone up Deleting your number, I don't give a shit All these bitches know that I be out here 'hella militant And that's facts Say she f*ck with me Baby I'ma need a rack Just so I can go ahead and make a couple packs flip She already know she doing back flips She in her bedroom losing her mind And she love me 'cause I'm on my grind She 'gonna come first, but I'm never far behind And If you don't believe me baby just hit rewind "Psst" rewind Darling 'lemme get a 'lil minute your time Lemme rhyme Get you out of your mind Told me if I'm with it, then I'll pull up for the night Yeah, yeah And I pull up to the cul-de-sac High fashion, pricy living then I blow her back Shawty cheeks blushing 'cause she know I'm talking about her on the track Thinking about them guys But, I know their 'rizz is 'hella wack My love Keep that mind clear, we on a different vibe, different time, different map Baby no no no this ain't rap This is sentimental, this that lightly let me tap Yeah, yeah Now I got her thinking Baby no no no it's not the wine we drinking That's the conversations, lips up on your neck that got you sinking Now I'm about the business And you know you got me linked in And now we flying Smile on your face, you ain't lying This me on the flow I ain't trying I ain't trying And now I got you on your back Yeah, Both your legs up on my traps Now we sweating, like we running on the track Now let's go another lap Yeah, told you I ain't quitting 'till your back gets snapped Yeah, baby I don't lack Yeah, go another lap Yeah, it's wrapped Shawty run it back