LAX Lyrics

Need no stylist

Dripped out bags

I'm racking mileage

Bitch so bad

Dont ask me bout her

Quarter case

These LV trousers

Count my money get right back

Roll my weed

Count my stacks

Fuck these fakes

Just like her ass

With a Kim K sag

Bob Sag w the Drag

Bob smith w the Dash

Don't smash less she Bad

For the fuck of it

I need a Ryder

Don't need me no friends

LeBlanc on the block

I'm a legend in my league

In Deep ends you starting to Swim

HBK with the sweep

Let me dance on my feet

Counting on the minutes til your end

Dont play me in the streets

When my shit on repeat

And ya bitch is just swallowing kids

Fuck how ya feeling

Count a quarter million in the safe

That's my feelings

Need no one next

If they ain't gon build w me

Bottom of

The bag

Where we shake on

The difference

Never had shit to my name

But a Image

Bloodline

Gold

Run thru the Stop sign

Snot in my nose

Never do wrong

To my brothers i know

Life fucked me over

No cheats to the code

Streets to the curb

Back to the Burbs

Comin to you First Class

Nadal with the serve

LAX

Baggage claim

Been there before

Two weeks in Mexico

See how it go

She wanna fuck for the Free

Yelling for the D

Wanna ride ride with me

I been on the block no yelling OGs

She wanna smoke but she smoking that kief

I got a block on the wrist no Drake

She wanna talk but she smoking that joint

Fucking with me you know that's Jordan

Twenty-three pumps she know she can afford it

Yaya