
LESSC Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
They acting new, but they not winning
Walk in my shoes, let's see where you getting
Ho, I been knew I'm the best, that's the reason I take care of business
You not gone shoot, put the gun down, you don't rap what you living
Please don't ask to hop on a song with me
Boy, you geek'd than a bitch, Bobby Whitney
You want dope and I sold him one fifty
I could blow, I just don't do the viddys
But I don't want the fame, niggas wierd
How you don't got a hit, it's been years
I can't lie, I think god put me here
I can't cry, can't get rich off of tears
No lies told (No lies)
Look at you, rocking that glass, can't be you, all mine's froze
I was geek'd, I was off gas
Need to chill, brought my coat
In the V spinning so fast, you can't see me, tint like a cloak
Yeah, every beat float, yeah, I think it's magic
Yeah, how could I joke, yeah, don't see me laughing
Yeah, Stick to my code, yeah, they just be rapping
Yeah, popping them hoes, yeah, make sure they vanish
Yeah, 45 gone evaporate, yeah, he gone drop, he gone deactivate
Yeah, you so pussy, better get out my face
Want to cap, we send caps where you lay
I just heard they found bro in a lake, don't know shit, I was out in LA
Fuck them bitches, they broke and we paid, I get money, I do that all day
Do that all day with the best of them
I'm with Luh K, why your vest on ?
Hop out that bitch, he gone test some
Seen that boy drop, we gone rest him
That boy got slammed, we ain't wrestle him
We done came up, so we flex on them
You gone get smacked if you say some (Yup)
Fuck around and pop like a vessel
They acting new, but they not winning
Walk in my shoes, let's see where you getting
Ho, I been knew I'm the best, that's the reason I take care of business
You not gone shoot, put the gun down, you don't rap what you living
Please don't ask to hop on a song with me
Boy, you geek'd than a bitch, Bobby Whitney
You want dope and I sold him one fifty
I could blow, I just don't do the viddys
But I don't want the fame, niggas wierd
How you don't got a hit, it's been years
I can't lie, I think god put me here
I can't cry, can't get rich off of tears