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LPB Poody

Grapefruit

 

Grapefruit


[1k Johnny:]
Bitch, I be up before the sun, I feel like I popped a bean
She gon' fuck a nigga, heard we winning, she might do the team
That boy ain't stepping, what he rap?, he rap 'bout what he seen
My clip full of hollows, when I pop ya, it's gon' clear the scene

We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a dick so Imma show you what it do
Maneuver through your shit, ain't catching one, I want a few
We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a dick so Imma show you what it do
Maneuver through your shit, ain't catching one, I want a few

[LPB Poody:]
Poody on the beat, but I ain't talking make up
Talking out your mouth, yeah we'll fuck your face up
Yeah my niggas, they so cut, they kinda like a razor
No Blac Youngsta, but my niggas they gon' try to shake sum
Move in silence all we know, I told that boy don't say none
Still in the hood with my hood on, rock it like I'm Treyvon
Bitch, you can't steal my flow, cause boy this shit here A1
Got so much love for my niggas, they been down since day 1
Hey look
Balling on you niggas, I done scored a triple-double
Jit done got a wall, so you know that you in trouble
I'm tryna make it out, I wanna blow just like a bubble
Niggas hating on me, got em walking from the huttle
Beating up that pussy, she so wet, I left a puddle
That's all that I can give her, you know I can never love her
I'm really bout my bread, and we gon' spread it like some butter
Getting cheese don't move me, I know you heard my brother
Snapping on the beat, but when I talk I usually stutter
They don't care, cause they know I can't compare to others
Do it for my momma, got to get her out the gutter
Running up a bag, now I'm walking with a duffle
Really 'bout my chips, no casino, I love them Ruffles
Playing in the field, had to get it up off the muscle
Teach a boy the game, I can show you how to hustle
I'm too fly to fucking fight, no, I ain't tryna tussle

[1k Johnny:]
We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a dick so Imma show you what it do
Maneuver through your shit, ain't catching one, I want a few
We got hella Glocks and we got chopsticks too
He claim he a shooter, I got shooters, what it do
This Glock here got a dick so Imma show you what it do
Maneuver through your shit, ain't catching one, I want a few

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