LLC

J Von Bitch ass nigga, FMGDaMoB Long live Los Somebody want a nigga dead but he won't approach me Three niggas arrested, I'm tryna kill some Cut off all emotion, my nigga, let's drill some Why you had to go? Got me ridin' with this pistol on me If I see a hop out in traffic, put the clip in him This a military grade rifle, we gon' flip niggas On my big homie, long live Los I'ma hold up this drumstick Riding with the shh in the back, I won't front fiction I'll walk him down like Ricky, all pump action So much smoke in the air, you can catch cancer If I gotta shoot the glock running, I'ma bust backwards Me and Los used to chop it up at the gazebo Me and bro was high as the stars had me hallucinating Catch him lacking out the light, this 44 gone levitate him Load up the chop, get in and get out, boy Speaking on the dead gets you killed, I'll drop, boy Got the low on the crib, now you fucked, boy Bitch, I'm a boss, you a busboy I know your mama feeling pain, don't rush it, boy Speaking on me, I won't stress that boy Waiting for the opps to get out, I'm tryna catch them boys Somebody want a nigga dead but he won't approach me Three niggas arrested, I'm tryna kill some Cut off all emotion, my nigga, let's drill some Why you have to go? Got me ridin' with this pistol on me If I see opp out in traffic, put the clip in him This a military grade rifle, we gon' flip niggas On my big homie, long live Los I'ma hold up this drumstick, long live Los