La La ft. DXDAGENERAL & Leeky MB Lyrics

Wait

Ha ha ha

Yeah

Turn me up in the headphones real quick

Uh, main bitch fine as hell got her cookin in the kitchen

Music turnt as shit got the crowd mosh-pitting

Niggas stalk my page cause I got they bitch spitting

I been balling on a mission like I'm Jordan, lil bro Pippen

We gon pass the rock

Always told my niggas I'll meet them at the top

Alligator skin, you see the drip, no I ain't rockin' Crocs

Only plan I ever had was gettin' breesh and stacking guap

My youngins bad as hell, it's hot outside, they still wear masks a lot

Cut her off for asking too much questions, now she won't ask a lot

Teach them kids don't hit it raw, them cooties kill, go ask the thot

Pull up on a flunky, serve some pack and end up taxing the block

They say time fly when you broke, had to catch the clock

Always chasin' money, cause I need it now

Reachin' for the stars, chasin' 50 mil, not 50 thou

Tryin' to get a bag by fuckin' with me, but you get around

Say you bout it, but you duckin' smoke, so how that fuckin' sound

Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na

Yeah, how that sound, nigga

Niggas lacking, pussy nigga better keep a pole

Spinning with lil B Dot catch a opp and we gon take his soul

Niggas don't be on that pussy, nigga, go and play your role

Leeky, he be clutchin', try to run up, we gon' let it blow

Disrespect, you pay the price, my MB niggas after you

Try to run, we chase you, on my mama, bitch, we catch you

Pistol on my hip, you run up on me, bitch, I blast you

OTOPK, them niggas pussy and they ratted too

Kervin he a bitch, he jacked the O but he ain't do a thing

Nigga, drop the mac, till i pop out and let that choppa sing

Spinning through your section with that Western, hit him and his fling

See me, he ain't stepping like a pussy, come and spin again

Pillow talkin', I ain't with, he feelin' slick, like, what's up

Caught him lackin on the ave, yeah, this a switch you cannot duck

Like I'm bro i'm with the members, on this side, two guns up

Face shot, neck shot, bullets hit him, rip him up

Niggas speakin' on the gang, yeah, on bro, I send him up

Black car, black tint, with the switch, i'm undercover

Give a fuck about your dead, nigga, fuck your dead brother

Niggas pop out with that fire, nigga, bullets make him suffer