Gold BBS'S

(アルバム： LULU - 2020)

Lulu
Yeah nigga, let me get a light, smoking this mimosa

Why the popo so vexed for, they raid the wrong house
We had the dope and money next door, uh
The water on my neck pure and I ain't even get the back end yet from my next tour
That's what they so upset for, they broke so they gon' stress more
I keep my gun on me, you left yours
My money in line that's why I'm good with the connect for
Dog food in the trunk like I just left the pet store (Talk to 'em)
Free the brody they got my dude up in the mountains
When we was fifteen, we used to shoot up niggas houses
Started with an eight ball and then I moved a couple ounces
I fucked nigga's baby mommas, even seduced a couple spouses
I just blew a couple thousand on shoes that ain't even out yet
Pussy good? Get a new outfit. Christian [?] if her mouth wet
Niggas ain't richer than me I doubt that
Set the streets on fire and niggas ain't put me out yet, Machine bitch

I told my shooter when you shooting you unload
It's funny how we open laundry mats to wash the money from the load, laundry mat rap
My Spanish homie on the west he think he Tony when he sniff he lose control
And he don't care who out there when he slide he gon' pull up and start emptying the [?]
And everybody goes nigga

I say the word niggas gon' run down
With F&N drum rounds you getting gunned down
Tried to hide my pole in the closet and my son found it
So I had to shoot this SK I gotta teach my son now
How you gangsta you ain't never do shit
You ain't never shoot shit, never been to jail
I could tell you a bitch (pussy)
We was peddling sniff, told my brody let's fuck with this rap shit
He said he'd rather sell a few bricks
He said that's like me telling you quit when you the best at what you do ain't nobody on your level who spit
Came from the bottom from shoveling shit
Now it's thirty pointers in my bezel, my oyster perpetual wrist
Your bitch could tell you I'm rich, she came to my tele the ritz
And I gave her impeccable dick
I keep this Mac-11 I grip, I let off a clip when I throw my gun in the air [?] stick

I told my shooter when you shooting you unload
Let that shit go nigga, let that shit rip
It's funny how we open laundry mats to wash the money from the load, wash and fold
My Spanish homie on the west he think he Tony when he sniff he lose control, papi
And he don't care who out there when he slide he gon' pull up and start emptying out the [?]
And everybody goes nigga
Yeah nigga, everybody goes. You, you, and him too nigga
Greenlight on all you niggas, niggas know what the fuck is up, yeah