Lyrics W/O EM - LTR feat. ekswavy & Rhett Ize

Yea you know I had to gun it
Wonder who the fuck done it
I made it to the summit
Yea you know I got that hundred
No I never stop running
That's how I fucken won it
Yea you know I had to run it
Yea you know I done did done it
Don't know shit about them
If they got straps, wouldn't doubt them
I got my troops around them
Got so many, you can't count them
I lost my bros but found them
Underwater know I'm drowning
She grab my arms she bound them
But I can't do shit without them
Run up on they ass, getting all this cash
Moving fast like flash and you know I'm on the dash
I got this girl she flashing
She in my tub, she splashing
I'm a switch my side, Michael fucken Jackson
Yo, that's my bag, hand it back son
Lost my jersey what Jack done
Think you big you ain't sack none
Hitting red bull like I'm Jackson
Chill with my music shit forgot I do it
I'm relaxing
You know my name, ain't got the fame
But I still got her back done
That's what I do, thank God wasn't born looking like you
Whip light blue
Know my bars be sticking like gorilla glue
Know it's true
Wait in line like I'm a song in the queue
I need you
Can't do shit without them please come fucken through

Can't do shit without them
Can I stop chilling and the troops stay all around us
Money's what I count up
Never lacking crazy cause, I started from the ground-up
Bitch I'm going crazy, bitch I'm going hard
Got this type beat going crazy, finna go to Mars
Smoking hella weed, smoking hella gas
Toting on my rod, and I catch them like a bass
Pop up then I dip, pop up then I zip
Tryna do me dirty, I'm a punch you in the lip
Hop and hit the dash, hop back in the whip
Niggas going crazy, yeah I smoked up me a zip
Want another charge, want another case
When the gang pull up on you yeah you gone do the race
And this beat is going hard, don't you know I'm Swavy
Rapping while I'm loaded cause you bitch know I'm wavy
R.I.P. to Dolph, that nigga was a dog
Straight out of Memphis he was trapping in the halls
Walk up into class, got that shit strapped
Damn I'm really high, got that gas up in the back
Niggas going crazy, niggas going wild

I might smoke one blunt, two blunts, three blunts
He can't make a hit, how a bitch always bunt
Valentine's Day and I'm fucking your bae
And it's like everyday man don't know what to say
Pull up on the spot and that shit turn Icey
Always hit the spot in your bitch like Tie-chi
She like Tie food man that pussy was spicy
Wore a condom, fuck a STD but I run now
Cause she always asking when I'm free
And I mean, if it's free
Don't mind if I do
Don't mind if I do
Don't mind if I do
Don't mind if I do
This shit on and on Erika Badue
When you leave never bid da bitch a due
That's that French shit
When I'm in the cut
Yea I mend shit
Did I mention
Pay attention
She blowing bubbles like he Benson
Your mother guyed to be Mortal Kysen
No I can't lie man I'm tired
Might just go to bed
But in your mom's bed
Not before she gives me head
First I leave your Auntie's ass red
Then I leave your Auntie on read
Yea you heard what I said
Yea you heard what I

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Eyes
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