LSD Lyrics

Uh, Lil Roger ona track, uh, ayy, ayy, ayy

Nobody stoppin' me, goin' too fast on the E-Way, you can't follow me

I'm tryna fuck her and her friend, I know she might get mad at me

Like, honestly, pull out 20,000 like the lottery

She tryna hop in the car with me, yeah, she wanna hop in the ride with me

I ain't been sober since 2019, 2015, I stopped drinkin' lean

I just popped some ecstasy, I hope it get the best of me

She tryna get the rest of me, she ain't even bad to me

I'm in uptown gettin' money, that's why these niggas mad at me

Slide on the opps with accuracy, tryna create some casualties

Why these niggas stay dissin' me, they can't even get up with me

I'm still Lawrence, comfortably, all the lil' kids look up to me

Tryna make a way, some of the guys don't even fuck with me

But it's cool, I know what a nigga gotta do

I know that I gotta keep the tool, I just gotta stick to the rules

Tryna get a house with a pool, even though I dropped out of school

I'm tryna get paid for this, gotta feed my son with this

Ayy, livin' in traps, seein' roaches and shit, you gotta know where I come from

Shit can get wicked, this shit can get sticky, my homie got shot through a cell phone

I done seen shit, I'll never snitched, these bitches be fuckin' for rent money

Better check on your gang, cause they been frontin', pullin' up in some shit that they rent only

I ain't beefin' with niggas with lil' money, I come through at the clearport

I been rockin' designer, this Dolce Gabbana, lil' nigga, my shirt cost three hundred

Diamonds on me, I always be stunnin', flexin' hard from the winter to summer

Elevate, you gon' see how I come up, in the stu from the night to the sun up

I'm on papers, but still keep that, I'm on papers, but still keep that gun up

Fuck relations, I'm tryna get rich, I'm in L.A. lookin' for a come up

Two cups of that migo, I'm lit, in traffic with switches and Draco's

They know all my shorties be lit, dissing Bookie a get you a halo

Dissing Bookie a get you a halo