LLTD

Running thru bags Gave you the order for fentanyl Babygirl shopping thru trash Can't een tell you amounts Just know its a whole lotta ass Long live these druggies I teach em a whole lot I'm calling it class Instructor named Nast Pull out a pen and a paper You write what I preach and you last Pull out that glock with that beam I swear that them niggas gon dash It's a whole lotta bags Young nigga you spazzed Young nigga you spazzed You was in a blue lil couple Last night with your boo Didn't even peep my guys out in the Jeep They was ready for war off that hype energy You was too busy crashing out White be my tee Yeah I stay way too clean So it's white like my teeth Don't play dumb Buy buy, bye-bye and release Don't act up Lie lie lie and be free Lie lie lie and be free All of them niggas is deaded to me So why in the world would you send em to me Ion give 2 fucks bout liars and leech 1 cheat in the group call it LLC Bad business is always a caution to me Give 1 f*ck bout buying from me You can come see me now you crying for Ps Yeah, you crying for peace Oh Lately I feel like a bomber Shifting in sands Lately I Feel like osama Do what you can I've always done what I wanna Breaking your peace to pieces We'll See who stronger You take a half I'll take the whole thing Know what she is Can tell by the nose ring Don't Limit the vibe Don't Act like a no name Outshine you all Don't care if it's pouring Jaw lock Bitch I been rollling too hard Nod off Bitch I been sober too long Sawed off That's what we use for the bank Commas That's what we do everyday Gonner Nigga we know what you are Bomber You need to know what we on Allah I send my proof to the god Nirvana That's what we doing it for Head shot Head bang Need to know Been there did that Live a man Die a legend Force a habit Turning haves to a has been Anyway I been moving off passion Emulate All my niggas that done passed it Immolate Any nigga that want action You niggas do not want actions Want it in cash So I can bag it Digital dash Look like it's magic Flip of the wrist Honey turned static I put my stamp On yo bitches asses It's just the brand I wanted bands Don't be a fan I'm just a man Running thru bags Gave you the order for fentanyl Babygirl shopping thru trash Can't een tell you amounts Just know its a whole lotta ass Long live these druggies I teach em a whole lot I'm calling it class Instructor named Nast Pull out a pen and a paper You write what I preach and you last Pull out that glock with that beam I swear that them niggas gon dash It's a whole lotta bags Young nigga you spazzed Young nigga you spazzed