lirik lagu lill - valeria
fresh off the street
rap on that beat
rake in the check
gone in a week
pop in the clip
packin the heat
smoke it up drink it up sleep and repeat
break up a line
hit from behind
diamond so bright that sh-t make you go blind
back to the trap then its back to the grind
hit from the blunt and im outta my mind
yeah
triple chain shooters be wild
state got that black and white paper on file
money so long it be stretchin a mile
got the best plug in the game on the dial
i got da gas homie roll up a spliff
sh-t be so loud i get high off a whiff
b-tch all you do is watch doctor phil 24/7
and line up some xannies to sniff
b-tch on the real what the f-ck you be trippin on
poppin that seal what the f-ck you be sippin on
heat up da dab what the f-ck you be rippin on
b-tch im a g what the f-ck you be crippin on
talk all that sh-t b-tch you finna get hit
rollin my homies be so f-ckin lit
write a new song turn that sh-t to a hit
5-0 pull up we be ready to split
ballin so hard we ain’t never gon quit
all of this ice on my neck im the sh-t
b-tch suck it down dont be tryina spit
home in g vegas we came from the pit
my gang pull up with da heat
hop out the bentley we hittin the street
if you n-gg-s got problems just say where to meet and we
pull up we saved ya lil b-tch-ss a treet
you can keep the reciept i ain’t playin no take backs
b-tch i be rackin my bands like a haystack
blood on the scene clean it up with some ajax
smokin that gas put a g in a bluntwrap
all of my homies they pull out the draco they shake you like michael j fox on the pole
all of these n-gg-s they hatin they hatin hey sayin my triple chain fake but it gold
all of my b-tches be smokin that purple they geekin and hittin the oozyglunt bowl
dont got no time for a n-gg- get silly they pull up we put they sh-t back on the roll
all of this cash
breakin my bank
all of this hash
light up the dank
pushin my comfort zone flew out the window i write a new track every night wit a drank
pull up at murphys we stay til it closes til final call turns into blackout
pull up at dori’s she finish the story with meme they smokin us back out
droppin the top and we cruise it in neutral my n-gg- be throwin a rack out
rappin and trappin and strappin and cappin they blue light us throwin the sack out
yeah, on the real homie i got this
paper on paper on paper i rock this
lyrics so fast i dont know how to stop this
rake all the bands in as soon as i drop this
b-tch you ain’t heard of lil l the supreme mother f-cker i tear this sh-t up like a contract
talkin bout one hunned thousand a label i swear these producers be on crack
boy when i hit it i swear it won’t be too long before i put yo b-tch right in my contacts
homie i put all that p-ssy -ss mumble rap straight in the trash to get compact
boy i been told you that triple chain mafia tearin up murphys till we hit the floor
all of these b-tches they tryna milk all my money i show em the way to the door
all of these n-gg-s they tryna stop little l before he hit the big score
all of these rappers on xanax and lean take a tip from the king imma top that sh-t hardcore
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