LMK SUM ft. Lawsy Lyrics

Lawsy, pick up

You want to fuck on me, let me know some

Seventeen in a holster

Two bad hoes in my, yeah

Two bad hoes gimme throat, bruh

That spliff, when I'm trynna roll up

Wasn't a hit, he trynna pour some

Top shelf, trying to smoke some

She said we fucked, then I don't know her

Walk in, I'm smelling like loud

She ain't sucking dick, then bitch get out

My lil' bitch pull up with pounds

Yo bitch said she want my child

Lil' bitch I smoke by the ounce

I fucked yo bitch up in yo house

She finna fuck, then kick her out

I'm gon' break her back in

Like damn, that ass is clapping

Wipe his nose, just like a napkin

Roll him up, then pack him

Bitch, im at where the bag is

My hoe see you and start laughing

Bitch, go up and down like Mac ten

Glock in my jeans, that's why I'm sagging

She want bring that pack in

You want to fuck on me, let me know some

Seventeen in a holster

Two bad hoes in my, yeah

Two bad hoes gimme throat, bruh

That spliff, when I'm trynna roll up

Wasn't a hit, he trynna pour some

Top shelf, trying to smoke some

She said we fucked, then I don't know her

Yeah bitch, tabs what I pop bitch, it's racks over thots

He a rat, bitch he gon' talk, it ain't shit to get him

It ain't shit to get him popped

Yeah, do you ride around with Glocks or not

I get high as astronauts, I light that blunt, lil' bitch I'm blasting off

Talking shit, I ain't gon' laugh at all

Y'all broke, bitch we laugh at y'all

That hoe she get passed like ball

I turnt up, lil' bitch I'm passing y'all

Get no hoes, you don't get no cat at all

I ain't gon' stop, until I have it all

That's yo bitch, she ain't got no ass at all

That's yo blunt, I don't want to hit it

In my bitch, don't want to quit it

At yo function, want to leave it

This not a coupe, but it got chicken

Up a bag, but I want millions

Yeah, my pack could stank a building

This Pakistani hash, the type of weed that got me feining

Sipping by the liter

In my Tesla got my feet up

My bitch got margarita

Eighteen karat from Brasília

All my gold came from Atlantis

All this lean get dropped in Fantas

All these fancy cars and mansions

Aye, I get bags, my bag from Hermes

And my bitch the baddest bitch

And she wear designer purses

I get gas across the ocean

Up the bag, won't let you hold sum

Still pour gin in mango loco

And I'm balling like it's Hoco

Hella trues, I feel like Sosa

Bought the three, I want the roadster

I'm about to sip, I need a coaster

I make racks and love to hold them

Got new money, got the older

And the Tesla dual motor

That's yo blunt, I don't want to hit it

In my bitch, don't want to quit it

At yo function, want to leave it

This not a coupe, but it got chicken

Up a bag, but I want millions

Yeah, my pack could stank a building

This Pakastani hash, the type of weed that got me feining

Sipping by the liter

In my Tesla got my feet up

My bitch got margarita

Eighteen karat from Brasília