Lurkin
Marc Jay & Yung Simi
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Swervin' out on Dixie I don't give a f*ck if they find me I be high for hours Smoke a quarter pound of exotic Got a sweet tooth Now every time I re up Shit be sour Stupid bitch be trynna cuddle Fucked her once, this shit be toxic I got plenty guns But I fell in love with this glocky I can't really trust nobody Cause the hood be steady talkin' Too many bodies droppin' Made it out the ville But I be back there in an hour Opps be hoes Need to get em Grammies Think that they on Power Might burn down the city The way that I'm on fire Trey pound seven get to sparkin Yea this that new bic lighter All I see is new ren up on top We only getting higher Micheal Myers with that glock This Why all the opps be dying Spray and pray When it's time to slide, I got faith Don't even need to aim We some demons, straight from hell Told metro get more yellow tape Four seats and five chops I go ahead and pass the drac Bulletproof the Yuris Cruise the city in a fucking tank Gotta smoke a blunt before I f*ck that's my routine Big diamonds, Killa, VS1's , that's a Bruce Lee Give a f*ck what that bish need When I pop this shit Swervin out on Dixie I don't give a f*ck if they find me I be high for hours Smoke a quarter pound of exotic Got a sweet tooth Now every time I re up Shit be sour Stupid bitch be trynna cuddle I fucked her once This shit be toxic Got a Big load Took me two weeks But shit it's been a minute I be in the city way too much I need them windows tinted I might f*ck a opp Hoe Just to catch her big brother slippin I won't say too much Cause this bitch finna turn a victim I be sleeping too good Off this dirty sprite that I been sippin' Heart get beating so damn slow I don't know how I'm even living Woke up off in Woodmont In some front lawn, key in the ignition Engine running, peel off for them boys Could even key the witness Swerving 71, I get it done Know where to find me Folded with the army Origami ninjas, hit ya ass on Kawasaki's Chopsticks like Miyagi Wax em with the posse Run that shit, Andre de grasse F*ck it, bake 'em like I'm Ronnie Got the yoppie with the switch in it RIP the realest Quanie I know you & Static kicking it Rise above my downfall Snakes don't pray so they just wishing it Way that powder flip to cake They think it got bisquick in it Tax em to the max, I make it back Since y'all ain't risking shit Banana clips for monkey niggas AR my nutritionist Hand so far up his ass I treat puppets like ventriloquist Spin the block round clock on hypocrites Think we hypnotist, ridiculous Blue magic on my gums Hydrochronic in my lungs Devil in my flesh But I got god up in my blood Fiend for what I'm dreaming Cause you know my life a drug Scheming on my demons From the 502 with love
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Written by: Marcus Helm Jr, Tyler Pendleton
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