LO Lyrics

Uh, yea yea!

My brother keep a grip like velcro.

I might walk him down in some shell-toes.

I got a stick and I'm swinging that shit, Chopping out of the el co!

Yuh, Like pussy boy you still sell those?

Knowing that he gonna squeal on his fellow.

I'm pulling these strings like a cello!

Knowing that bitch give me kitty, like Hello!

I got the Holy fye on me, get to upping and they like, Hell no!

Say he gone pull-up on me, I said f*** that shit drop the L-O.

I'm like who the f*** you tryna be? Yeah, I'm like whats the M-O.

Know my brudduh gon slide with the grease,

Yeah he just might need a couple of elbows.

We spinning this shit with the team then we gone be lying the LO

Know that I be running thru racks they wishin for,

I'm like uh-well tho.

I'm tryna do all this shit for my kids,

When I don't even f***in have none.

But somehow I still got some f***in children,

Y'all really be my damn sons.

Stupid as fuck like damsels.

Lookin distressed like denim'

Pull-up and hantu, no phantom!

I been walking em down cause they ran up!

I got a system, aint given no handout!

Yeah they all up on me, cuz they fanned out.

You trying everything just to stand out!

All in my reticle, not how you panned out!

My brother keep a grip like velcro.

I might walk him down in some shell-toes.

I got a stick and I'm swinging that shit, Chopping out of the el co!

Yuh, Like pussy boy you still sell those?

Knowing that he gonna squeal on his fellow.

I'm pulling these strings like a cello!

Knowing that bitch give me kitty, like Hello!