Lyrics:
hollow tips, we gon' give 'em nothin' but shots
Oh, oh-oh, oh, woah
Brother told the C.O., don't have no racks for his celly
He hung the phone up
free when I feel like I don't fit the mold
Feelin free when I looked in and found inner gold
Yeah uh, it's just my newer ways
How I'm thinking now got me
I don't need that
Got a mean stash
I just changed zip codes for the weekend
I am sick get a whiff need a z pack
Got me dripping like I'm tripping
you ever come across thoughts that are wreckless
Like the way you got more charm than a necklace
Feeling like I still got love for my ex's
Tryna get
Man, shoutout to my brother Sam for paving the way
For me to walk into a Target, buy some Hamm's underage
Remember back when Pops was always on my
diamonds on me gleam with it
But the way that drop
Ooh-woah-ooh-woah-woah
Things changed, she changed for the minute (For the minute)
God damn, they just
just easy as A-B-C
That's how you make it right
(You have interfered with our affairs
For the last time, Sinatra)
I am literally in the air, right now
ain't no way to stop me now
Never been a fake nigga always kept it real
And always spoke my mind and exactly how it is
I live by the code straight G till
Just to start a master plan
Wait
Do we let em take advantage when we got the power really in our hands
Wait
Sit like we in paradise and roll a pair
on
My Beach Cruiser just stayin'
Out the way know if I can hit
That corner I might see
Another day
Now his homies start
Approaching weed and forty's
Got
of rhyming is dope
So by the way, my name is Làzi
Not just the cute kid from Palmridge
I've reached higher heights without weed
I'm in Grade 11 so I won't quit
life, and how people work
I put the pin in and that needle hurt
I been on my grind ima up on it
Want a Patek just to shine on my opponents
You know ima
the panther
Shout out to Huey Newton and brother Fred Hampton
Know I'm m here to bring peace, have fun on camera
In addition tell you all... that we all matter
said "wait here,
'till I return
With your brother that was lost
To the ways of the world"
Catch me in your arms
Like stars in the eyes
Everything real life nigga, roll up maniac
You know, my young niggas really get money
Really in the streets
We in here really with the check though
she'll do is holler
Oh my life has become a country song
I've learned she can't resist me
By the way she always disses me
And comes to bed at night
somebody for me
And if we click, maybe we can see if it’s meant to be
You see, I’m just Luigi, looking for his Daisy
A girl who knows what she wants,
Now a text in my phone and it sayin' your name
Damn girl
I could marry that booty in a chapel
Maybe even you as well
'Cos baby we're all living in
augmented
Got niggas keeping secrets while y'all talk business
But who am I? We done all did it
Now let me just speak for myself
I want use controversy
a priest can expel these demons I just want to fill blondes with seamen
I'm way gone off the deep end so high
But still sinking the highest power is what I
roll up and spark up a pound of exotic
Do this money shit everyday huh
Stupid lil bitch get out the way
I stack this money so tall it is crazy
I was just
money
Smoking a wood my shirt off big Draco on me
Ain’t no nigga gone touch me that’s on my dead brother
I’m bout to send your ass to him tell him we
Don't act on a pimp
You got me enticed by the way you rock dem hips
You's a trip, girl, doin' all dem tricks
That's what's up
I like dat shit a lot
Come
seeing a lotta horror
Pensacola ain't just known for touring
They'll kill you in the night or morning
Put one to the head way before a warning
Wear
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