LLKZ Lyrics

I stepped ten toes on the pavement, then I go to work

brodie got a Glock 23, he wanna go to work

Lil' cuz got that MAC tip, he won't let it squirt

He broke it, I can't trust again

I don't care your feelings hurt

What you smokin'

Bitch, I smoke the best

Mokenza, with the men, we out the west

A bitch start purpin', then I call up Dax

I call up cuz, he wanna spank a nigga, he put up with that flex

All them trap stories sound sweet, yeah, they sound good

I need some cheese and funnel, bitch, don't pass me no backwood

That boy, he bluff a lot, yeah, he cap good

I shot the Glock, my hand got hot like a hot tub

It's gunpowder on my hand, I'm buyin' me some hand scrubs

You got bad luck, we got a nigga preachin' like the pastor

Nigga, you want man up or band up

Go put your fuckin' hands up

Light em' like a lantern, I'm a knight like a lancer

Mother don't like me in the streets, I'm a thug

Screamin' R.I.P.K.Z. while lettin' out the doves

Tomorrow, the nigga go get you some money

I'm choppin' them Glock when it's rain or sunny

I beat up the Glock, got it bouncin' like bunny

I'm savin' for Save-O, savin' my money

So we gettin' guns from throughout the country

Only stripin' cuz, that nigga be punchin'

I'm hittin' right so I got shorty cussin'

Unget the trippin', that nigga be lunchin'

Now I go past it, I'm a puppet

I let it burn like Usher

For him, why he rockin' a puff

I got the power, nigga, like I was luscious

You do that work long, catch it like I'm O'Dell

Bring that shit to your front door like a hotel

Bitch, you hear that doorbell

Yeah, that's another cell

When you hear that phone ring

Bitch, just go get the scale

Run it, run it, run it, run it, run it, run it up

You need a plug

Low-key, put my name in the P side

Lil' bitch think I make shit

I don't give a fuck

Lil' bitch say you broke, boy

Lil' bitch think I give a fuck

Only said that cause a nigga ain't one get her hand up

I don't pay these bitches no mind

So they throwin' tantrums

Brody got that trip pulled up in a Phantom

I wanna pop a RP one more time, but I can't, bro

Wait, fuck it

I just might pop it cause I miss the man

long live the man, that's the topic

Damn, I miss the man

This shit got me thinkin'

Rollin' up a Za J, that shit got me thinkin'

Damn, I just dropped a J, this shit got me thinkin'

No, I'm not with you

You can't be my Jada Pinkett

You not on that money shit, bitch

We out linkin'

Lonely the guys

Lonely my niggas