LLRR Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
Ayy I've been gifted with a talent, let me speak out
Hit the highway doing the dash like I'm a crash out
The ones who loved you really envy who you are now
High like the stars, I'm stuffin' opps in a white owl
Won't ever hide, bitch, I'm outside sun up til sundown
Fill my styrofoam with mud and pour my heart out
Ayy, get that bread, nigga, I'm number one, he number two, that boy got lead in him
223s in my A.R. like I'm on time with him
Slide on his block, light up his top, I left his mind spinnin
Boy, I got God with me
Ayy, pressure bussin' pipes, let it explode yeah
You see me before the Reaper, I'm on go, yeah Call me Murda for a reason, not for show, yeah
It ain't shit to make them killers wipe your nose, yeah
If it's up, then it's stuck like I got glue on it
Put a nigga on a shirt before the News want it I'm countin' blues, he giving' clues this for my dog homie
Put a nigga in the sky I left him cloud surfin' Walk him down like NLE, send a nigga to G.O.D
It was crazy, he was runnin', but he couldn't duck the beams
Been in my bag for a while now
Only money and my kids can make me smile now
I can't do this shit for me, I gotta do this shit for Ree
I can't get you off my mind, see your face when I go to sleep
Give all I got to get you back, yeah
Even though you gone, I got your back, yeah
Ayy, cause these folks, know what's goin' on Cause I'ma slide like I ain't goin' home
Fuck who it is, I want they head
Yes, I want them dead
Have them killers on your roof, gon' make you stand on what you said
Bitch I'm thugin' by my lonely
Can't leave the house without it on me
Catch him in public, make him reap what they sowed
Don't want apologies, you know I want your soul
Ayy I've been gifted with a talent, let me speak out
Hit the highway doing the dash like I'm a crash out
The ones who loved you really envy who you are now
High like the stars, I'm stuffin' opps in a white owl
Won't ever hide, bitch, I'm outside sun up til sundown
Fill my styrofoam with mud and pour my heart out
Ayy, get that bread, nigga, I'm number one, he number two, that boy got lead in him
223s in my A.R. like I'm on time with him
Slide on his block, light up his top, I left his mind spinnin
Boy, I got God with me