LTF

[Verse 1: Wal Blixk]
Look
Better hop off
I came home, I ain’t tell, I am not y’all
Come outside I’m still ready to pop off, bitch
Every Woo gettin’ knocked off
I be smokin’ on T ‘cause his top off
Everybody be waitin’ to catch ‘em a war, time is [?], better mask on
Look, hilla want my attention
She want dick I could see how she textin’
If they gotta pick, I’ma win the election
Only Lots to the Floxks in my section
Hold on, like, this is a message
Got the drop so I’m bendin’ on [?]
Bro tried to boom, tried teach him a lesson
It’s Veer to the Kirk. we be chillin’ by Ebbets
Look, all that Crip shit deaded
We-We seen Tecc he jetted
We make a movie I’m comin’ to edit
Yeah, I came to the 9s, better give me my credit
Like, my niggas really on timin’
Fuck the Woo, they consistently dyin’
Fivi keep sayin’ we don’t come to the shows
Like, why the fuck is that old nigga lyin’?
I lost Lo that’s my brother
Like, better get low and get cover
Za Blixk wit’ me tryna catch him a [?]
Baby Khay on his ass Mr-Hop-Out-The-Hummer
Smokin’ on bro got me dumber and dumber
Like, that nigga Ike you a runner
On the rock it was me and my brother
And I kept me a scap’ I can’t end up like Thunder
On the opp sides, like, where the treesha?
Like, where her mouth at, like, ‘cause I need that, bitch
To-Told her get on her kneecaps
Bitch gotta go if she tell me to eat that
Fazo BM is a beanbag
Just gotta ask, why the fuck would you seed that?
And I’m big Koney K and I mean that
Before you got shot ion know if you peep that, like
Like, like, these niggas phoney
Why these opp niggas smokin’ on Lo?
Fuck it, nigga, I’m smokin’ on Tony
If you say that’s your mans just pull up and show me
Headshot, dead shot, brains’ll bologna
I don’t get why you Hat niggas troll me
On bro, I go dumb by my doley
Win Floxks in the cut he gon’ pull up in stollies
Dead opps and I’m smoke like a couple
Like, Dior and I add it wit’ Tussle
Lotto, Slime in the air like a bubble
Call Lul Keem, boy, I bet you in trouble
Dizz fat, how the fuck could you stumble?
Send me the addy we come in a couple
Like, what up? We ready to rumble
Tell bro crash out if he see lil Humble
Spliff him, bro got the beam on the .9, he ain’t missin’
MarGee perked up, he glitchin’
AD don’t walk around it, he don’t listen
He gon’ blow, nigga, I ain’t trippin’

[Verse 2: Mori Briscoe]
I’m wit’ some demons don’t get them upset
Like, my young niggas fiendin’ for rexk
Shout out to Slime, no Nike, he check
Someone tell Waunny that he gon’ be next
Two knocks like Rollie and Biggie
They gon’ be tight if I throw on the switchy
Said he smokin’ on what? Niggas silly
Slidin’ wit’ Wal niggas know that’s my-
Damn, Antonio all in the air
Like, paranoid, get shot if you stare
Niggas gon’ die try spin over here
Like, said they willing but I know they scared
Dee Billz dissin’ me, you not a factor
What you did when your homies got packed up?
Think he miserable ‘cause he ain’t-
Ain’t even 41 he just a backup
Totin’ some shit that’s gon’ make niggas back up
Since a jit niggas know I been mad tough
Someone act crazy, please act up
Tdott laid down, pick him back up
Left him wastin’, fightin’ for his life
Like, last thing that he saw was the light
Like, we could slide in morning or the night
Don-Don’t get the V we slide up on a bike
Like, how we end up beefin’ wit’ this dyke?
She a homo
41 niggas don’t go no promos
Like, who we smokin’? Tony Romo
Lots to Floxks, we been on go mode
Got her runnin’, jumpin’ like a pogo
Couple opps got shot just for Lo
Like, like, they gon’ try to keep it on the low though