LMND Lyrics

(Turn the beat up bae)

Pour a four inside my soda, Pour lean in my lemonade

Freestyle ain't no punching in, these niggas hoes, they minute made

Hell nah, we can't beef I swear to God these niggas gay

This shit about the last one standing, not who got eliminated

I think I'm addicted, spin, spin, spin, spin and spin again

Let's go fishing, throw a bad bitch set the play and reel em in

Let's go blitz em switches on the blick, call lil bro a minute man

Don't even run, bro gon' get on feet and he gon' finish him

Just be honest nigga, you don't want no beef

I feel like Udonis, nigga can't leave without my heat

Come on, brodie keep on stepping he might get a UAV

Hold on, one, two, three, I might get a killstreak

My legs going numb, how I keep walking on the beat

If he buck, then he gon' die, dont even reach

Get out the field this ain't no game better stick to hoopin

Half these niggas hoes don't close your eyes when you start shooting

Cut the drums, fuck it, we gon' go acoustic

Why the fuck would I cuff? You think I'm dumb then bitch you stupid

I'm tryna cop a AMG, told bro keep spinning in a hooptie

This shit like AMC, we shooting more clips than the movies

Pour a four inside my soda, Pour lean in my lemonade

Freestyle ain't no punching in, these niggas hoes, they minute made

Hell nah, we can't beef I swear to God these niggas gay

This shit about the last one standing, not who got eliminated

Pour a four inside my soda, Pour lean in my lemonade

Freestyle ain't no punching in, these niggas hoes, they minute made

Hell nah, we can't beef I swear to God these niggas gay

This shit about the last one standing, not who got eliminated

This one off the head, no punching in

We gone spin his block until he hit, get burnt again

Head tap, that's what that boy get for running in

Can't catch him, frrrr, frrrr, frrrr get his man (get his man)

You don't gotta love me, baby, I love myself

Told that bitch if she don't do it, I'ma get somebody else

If I take these boxers off, she gon' hit below the belt

I don't need no fucking manager, I did it by myself

Pour a four inside my soda, its a 40 in the sofa

Foot up on that gas, we ain't letting niggas over

I feel like Lil Yachty, ice on my neck It get cold like Minnesota

I'm getting tired of orange sprite

I pour a four, I pour a four

Pour a four inside my soda, Pour lean in my lemonade

Freestyle ain't no punching in, these niggas hoes, they minute made

Hell nah, we can't beef I swear to God these niggas gay

This shit about the last one standing, not who got eliminated

Pour a four inside my soda, Pour lean in my lemonade

Freestyle ain't no punching in, these niggas hoes, they minute made

Hell nah, we can't beef I swear to God these niggas gay

This shit about the last one standing, not who got eliminated