The Lot
The Lot
I can you pay me by 60?
I don't have a lot
Alright
Mmm
Ain't no loyalty that's why they ain't take no trips with us
I got them all, I got giked
That's why I threw sticks for us
If we pull through and do a drill
There'll be no bitch with us
I don't respect none of the ops, them niggas bitch to us
Bye Felicia
Bye Felicia
Bye Felicia
Bye Felicia
Bye Felicia
Bye Felicia
I been goin' up out my section, I'm at the top
On the biggest hop, I told my bitch about me at gun before
She tried to buy me a watch
I asked God why he take shots
I asked God why he take shots
One of them mad at the heavens, nah
Mmm, I hate when niggas try to be bold
But really be speakin' on you
I ain't a lawyer tryna back note and put his people on you
Jump shot, hit his block
Get the tweakin' for you
And if I love you, leave a nigga on the scene for you
How you expect me to still love you
When you changed on me
I ain't throw IPUs on the scene, let you bang on me
I used my bitch when we had ***
I keep that flame in me
And when I hopped up at the crowd, I heard some thangs on me
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Changed for my pain, I asked God
When it rained, those were tears
The biggest opp was her opponent to appear
Ain't no loyalty, that's why they ain't take them trips with us
I got demo, I got guide
That's why three states with us
If we put through the drip, there'll be no bitch with us
I don't respect none of the opps
When niggas bitch to us
Bye, Felicia
Bye, Felicia
Bye, Felicia
Bye, Felicia
Bye, Felicia
Bye, Felicia
When we pull up with them Glocks
And we got sticks with us
I don't respect none of the opps
When niggas bitch to us
Hit him in his top corners, pick him up
State to state, yeah, for that cake, come take a trip with us
When it's wild, we gon' score
Try and burn something, treat him like Burbank
Hit him up with that pop, hit him in his top, leave him on the ground, shake him
*** niggas in these streets, yeah, I'm legendary
Nigga with the town, man
Drip joint all on my wrist, lock
Keep stick on my hip, lock
Run around in this whip, pack that ***, here we got tits, lock
Money motivated, baby, got these niggas hatin'
Cause I'm too rich, chop a bullet, split them bitches, do tricks
Try and rush a nigga, two bits
I don't trust a bitch that's too slick
Money on your head from these bricks, lock
I'ma pick dial, money on the line, shots fire, they come crisscross
Hit his body, knock his hip off, I *** around and get ticked off
Got jaws on me, water dripping on my body
Like I'm in a boil on him
Anywhere I go, I toil on me
Get to reaching, I'ma see my boys on him, lock
Ain't no love to you, that's why they ain't take them trips with us
I think them hoes will get you popped if you kick them sticks with us
If we pull up and do a drill, don't be no bitch with us
I don't respect none of the opps
When niggas bitch to us
By Felicia
By Felicia
By Felicia
By Felicia
By Felicia
By Felicia
By Felicia
By Felicia
By Felicia
By Felicia
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