Loose As Hell ft. Fat Purp, 34 Boog, Risky 00 & 34 Fats Lyrics

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Big Guap

I got Zeek, Fats, Tee and my nigga Risk too

Nigga soft just like Charmin, bullets rip through tissue

If you was sittin' in them walls, wouldn't nobody miss you

Flip a nigga like a page Boog gone press yo issue (What up Boog)

Oh you ain't got no problem with me, just a hating nigga

I'll throw a bullet at yo ass, call me Peyton nigga

LPD get behind me, finna shake them niggas

2024 all gas, I ain't breakin' nigga

Sweet

Fat Purp bailin' out, tryna chase a nigga

Glock make his ass roll bounce, then I'm skatin' nigga

G-Man like a freak bitch, it'll face a nigga

Feel like Uncle Drew, I'm a slime, I'll break a nigga

Sweet

Fat Purp poppin' out, I hope that vest work

Put some buttons on his ass like a dress shirt

Sweet Island, we computer class this that

tech work

I don't want yo bitch, but she gon' show me how that neck work

Been tweakin' out my body lately, tryna catch a lick

I been knew they try to play me like a fool, but they missed

I caught that one boy out with that bitch and made him trip

You better know it's double O, we never had to share no blick

I'm in the trenches with my apes and bitch, I'm tryna knock a jack

I wasn't with him but I heard, shhhh knocked him on the flat

I used to look up to that one boy, but only for the rap

How the fuck these niggas dissin', but they never got back

Tell me how you wanna play, bitch it don't matter, we don't play fair

Catch one cruisin' through the South and leave his face there

Tweak with double O yo bed made, now you gon' lay there

Don't run down on this whip, I'm bustin' glass, you hear that drac blam

Alright sweet, I been tryna crack a head with this new Glock

Bitch, what I'm tryna say, don't come around me tryna box

Cause I'ma blow this bitch so many times, I'm losin' count

But it's a 50 in this bitch, so I don't think I'm runnin' out

Shoot the stick with both hands, feelin' ambidextrous

Let a nigga think he testin' me, he finna learn his lesson

Sittin' on yo ass broke, probably why you stressin'

And my thumbs always countin' guap, that's why I'm never textin

Too much shit up on the line, I can't come in second

Too much shit up in my mind, now I'm overstressin

Why the fuck you buy that pipe? Ain't gon' blow yo weapon

Why the fuck you tryna fight? Nigga, this ain't Tekken

Yo shooter runnin' from this bitch, turn niggas athletes

Sweet, hear that… they takin' off oh this a track meet

Alright sweet, we hit his neck, an exit hole was in his back meat

This lil opp bitch a freak, she left me nut all on her ass cheek

Sweet, I put the clippers to a nigga like a barber shop

Alright Sweet, that movie shit got niggas actin', that's how Chris got Rocked

Sweet, niggas send a shot at Purp and get a custom box

This ain't no Lil Uzi, this a vrrr, I'm still gon' let it rock

Sweet, play with me and I'ma send his ass to eat with pops

I'm talkin' bout that bang man, he got turnt to crop

Comfy on his ass, I'll walk a nigga down in Crocs

But I'm comin' trim in MCM and I'll let it rock

Sweet, you hear that fast car? Yeah, that's Fat Purp

I'ma walk a dummy down, I know his back hurt

I'ma put my kids across her face, I done lashed her

Nigga my mama, know I stand on business, you can ask her

Told a rat bitch her cat suck, but her throat goated

Purple for the jeans, for the feet, it's the Rick Owen's

Switchy on the chop, press the button, it's gon' keep blowin

This bitch that you love, suckin' dick, but you not knowin

Told bro to quit pourin' lines, he just keep pourin

He think he locked in, already bet we finna backdoor him

Twelve hit the lights, already bet we finna stab on him

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