LOTTA LBS

[Verse 1]
Got a fucking drum
And it holds 50
Can't fold, but these hoes should not act silly
Big dog, put him down with the Glizzy
Flow raw like a bitch when she act righty
In the night drop down, Imma take his life
Catch him out in traffic, know it's on sight
Might run up, shots to his clique, uh
Twelve coming, I won't save to no bitch, uh
Drop a pistol whip, he gets whipped up
Someone started coming, pick his body up
And I'm with the whole gang, you know I'm bodied up
Always with my team, man we keep it tucked

[Hook]
Turn up with my A, I don't give a fuck
All I know is money, all I get is buck
Flexing on that thot with them bands
Run up on me, get the cannon
All I know is money, all I get is buck
If I'm with the squad, she get wet
Cooking up dope in the pan
(Cooking up dope in the pan)

[Verse 2]
Tryna count up, what's up with the shaking?
Diamonds on my neck and they off penny
Had to come up so we all winning
Tried to rob me, he was autistic
Lotta pounds so I gotta stay fitted
I just put him on the news, he a [?]
Talking cash, you ain't being fucking realistic
Pop a bean then I'm seeing two of my vision
Cooking up this dope in the fucking kitchen
-smoking different to his wishers
Pull up in the whip, couple bad bitches
How you find me up, now I gotta up the digits
You just talk about that bread, bitch we really get it
Gotta lot of Perc's and my body got me spinnin'
Lotta bitches in my fucking ear, but I don't fucking listen
Shots to the head, he no longer living
Rocking all that, she be looking suspicious
Looking up to me like a religion
Always with my team, man we keep it tucked

[Hook]
Turn up with my A, I don't give a fuck
All I know is money, all I get is buck
Flexing on that thot with them bands
Run up on me, get the cannon
All I know is money, all I get is buck
If I'm with the squad, she get wet
Cooking up dope in the pan

[Verse 3]
Tryna count up, what's up with the shaking?
Diamonds on my neck and they off penny
Had to come up so we all winning
Tried to rob me, he was autistic
Lotta pounds so I gotta stay fitted
I just put him on the news, he a [?]
Talking cash, you ain't being fucking realistic
Pop a bean then I'm seeing two of my vision
Cooking up this dope in the fucking kitchen
-smoking different to his wishers
Pull up in the whip, couple bad bitches
How you find me up, now I gotta up the digits
You just talk about that bread, bitch we really get it
Gotta lot of person, nobody got these feelings
Lotta bitches in my fucking ear, but I don't fucking listen
Shots to the head, he no longer living
Rocking all that, she be looking suspicious
Looking up to me like a religion
Always with my team, man we keep it tucked
Turn up with my A, I don't give a fuck
All I know is money, all I get is buck
Flexing on that thot with them bands
Run up on me, get the cannon
All I know is money, all I get is buck
If I'm with the squad, she get wet
Cooking up dope in the pan