LAB 2 ft. dyingcondones Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Hot as fuck in the lab

I'm in the trap, closin' all the tabs

I run in his crib, yeah, he clearin' it's history

Nigga, where is your bread at?

Yeah it's a mystery

I stepped on the beat, nigga, now I'm walkin

Can't be with internet, niggas, they talkin

How you a trap, nigga but you stalkin'

Large mag, yeah, I need two of these

Cookin' in the studio, I'm countin' hell cheese

Yeah, countin' hella bread

You talk down on gang, we leave you in the med

Yeah, I should've left you for dead

Cause I'ma just come back for more

That bitch said she wanna come in for more

Nigga, I'm outside takin' a tour

How you say you outside

Nigga you is torn

Chop a nigga up, leave em back in a funeral home

I'm shootin' at a nigga chromosome

Run it back, nigga, you ain't even hear me

Run on the track, yeah i'm spittin soliloquies

Fuckin' this hoe, yeah, she give me clue and keys

(Yeah trap trap trap trap)

Yeah, my glock gonna come in 2s

Fuck nigga gonna go carry a 762

That bitch dont know what she knew

Ima go drop some X in my cup

You know that shit gonna make me coo

Getting all the racks today

And the bags today,

While carrying a tool

Yeah, we know you not a trap nigga

Yeah, get your pockets fat nigga

Yeah, im speeding down the highway

You know you can't catch up nigga

Yeah, gonna go carry a pun nigga

I cannot not hear in the stu

Gonna go carry my tool with a 762

And a glock on who

Lets gets some food

Yeah, that bitch is gonna cook some food

I gotta hand it too my woo

I got twinuzis that come in 2

Yeah, gonna see you soon