L3wb Talk (feat. OTS L3wb)

Wait a minute, I've been out here clenching up Switchin' up her goddamn system, Shawty, but remember this, yeah Cause I'm too different, she don't miss it Listen, what's on my expectations Shawty, we Christian, uh Girl been on this, tastes like we's a Christian These are guns But y'all say trippin' and I say whether we got it Since then, we ain't lovin' this shit, yeah Keep us utilities with it Yeah, this is true religion Yeah, y'all don't fit it in And y'all just don't get it We just out here spinnin' They know I'm with it, know I'm here But I know I'm different, I had a vision Stay on the mission, I'm sayin' I'm missin' I get it, I get it, I get it, I get it I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it, I'll do it Truck got hella tags Bitch, call it like Call of Duty Make my guardianas period It's feelin' kinda moody, uh Trap a cop in there Huh, huh, like Goofy, yeah Bitch, bitch, bitch, in the mansion Huh, like Luigi, yeah Big diamonds on my neck Holdin' mountains up like Fiji, yeah Holdin' up these tridents like Poseidon I don't need it, yeah Pull up and we schemin' with these beavers This could see the end Huh, like DK Got vampire habits Shoot at they necks Huh, smoke for everybody who want it We just say who next, yeah Listen to crystal crystals while we countin' crystal chicks You shoulda talked about me, girl But I don't even think about my life, folks What the hell you on Doin' all of your shit I don't even do it What the hell you doin' Turn up your shit We makin' movements Why, why Tread on an influence Got up to it Got up to it Why, why I don't even adapt I just make bands And y'all just don't get it We just out here spittin' They know I'm with it Know I'm different I know I'm different I had a vision Stay on it, bitch I'm sayin' I'm missin' I get it, I get it I get it, I get it I did it, I did it I did it, I did it I did it, I did it I did it, I did it I'll do it Truck got hella attachments Bitch, call it I call it duty Thinkin' about Gagliano's period Was feelin' kinda moody Yeah Trap a cub in there Huh, huh Like Goofy Bitches in the mansion Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, five, Yee haw Beer like the Ghostbusters pullin' up a wrench Like who you're gonna call When I get you with this bloody Cad No insurance last year How is she stalkin' the signs Sparty had cause I did sins on the MotorGun Posted up with an axe spill I need to relent She don't want to see me right now But she had to meet Oh, I'm pitchin' kinda While this fight getting thirty techniques She was gonna take it for the fight Not as sad as me Hold me bettin' that the body Yeah, like we said These lil' shits Gonna catch it off the track Know I'm bendin' Leanin' I got all the tights Shawty know that I'm a bended demon She wanna see me cut it with a knife So she don't have to eat it Shawty give me my respect Yeah, before I get anything I'm a lion Take up my GM And I was big even Big Glock, he meant for boss He said Yeah He don't dead on He said Yeah He don't dead on He said Yeah He don't dead on He said Yeah He don't dead on He said Yeah He don't dead on He said Yeah He don't dead on If you ever saw me in the club Sippin' Hypnotics Shawty give me dumb brain Yeah Cause she skipped college Robbin' all the pain We ain't never runnin out the body Why you talk like you a real drip You ain't even shop nobody Sippin' all the double drug It's who's custom Shit for cardi Got the flame out at the party After the after party Keeping big muscle in my car Like James Harden You don't even gotta kill the NC Why you keep it goulky Drip gotta decouple She was pourin' up the oxygen Cotton AK Did a double screen Yeah Get to poppin' Trouble with her Bend the opposition Like it's given sloppy Y'all ain't ran up bands in a minute How you still chalkin' Put some hollow tips in the air Like we stuffin' pockets It's like the end of the true legend Yeah These are heavy pockets Put the wheels in the black dog You're a shit We had to camouflage it So if it ain't so real Goddamn Won't you hate about it Bout to time alone Now I'm returnin' like Mary Poppins Turn a pussy into ice cream With some heavy toppings Five on my neck There's not a flex Stayin' with the gang It's individuals How the hell you gonna make it out the trenches You can't even make it out of school They sayin' that they hate me last year Now they play it cool And I don't switch moves I just switch rooms I'm either in the trap outside Or in the stew I keep my money like a bruise Bands black like Molly Santana strips blue Damn Who knew I'd make it out And you'd snooze Damn Who knew I'd be the one to make it out And you'd lose Lookin' for a pussy-ass Show blues clues Runnin' out of shoes With a goddamn deuce You ain't reppin' justice Show blues clues Runnin' out of shoes With a goddamn deuce You ain't reppin' justice Rappin' yeah, yeah Like Mabo Pull up on my brothers Tell that lil' boy to stop You need to move a little faster than that, son Speed is life