LBE Pt. 2 ft. DreLmr Lyrics

LBE let me show you how we work

Back in the booth can't make a weak verse

I ain't trying fight bitch I'm grabbing that heat first

Chopstick hit like it's biting his tshirt

But He know it could be worse

Jamming she going eat the dick til her teeth hurt

Street athlete trap hard like Pete Curt

Beef til da death one of you niggas going be first

For Da Killers Lil bitch this that slide music

You got a stick hold it up this that iron music

We get the drop on his lo we going ride through it

Switch onna G19 put 9's through em

Bullets they cooking his shit

Send fire through em

Drac hit the side of the car it's a loud noise

Hopping out bushes and shit like the wild boys

Chasing him down he got hit in thyroid

Lil 380 Glock but it's making a loud noise

Split it in half we got quacks and pounds for em

I'm spinning my junkies I'm making the line long

Aye 5 hurry Tf up

I'm spinning my junkies I'm making the line long

I'm busting down pendants and switching time zones

She bumping my album she know like 9 songs

Rp to the face man this shyt got my mind gone

Fuck my bitch off the perc got her speaking in tongues

These crummy old niggas ain't making no funds

Qp down da A this shit for the lungs

Got your bitch inna black truck

She clapping them buns

Arp inna whip I ain't lacking or none

And I dare a young nigga to act up

My chain out in public I ain't. Buy it with rap money

Catch a rap nigga his chain getting snatched up

556 hit em knock his ass right off the map

Headshot make him shit when his body relax

My pockets be hurting I got too many racks

Your pockets be hurting still flipping them quacks

Bitch suck on the dick You ain't get hit from the back

It's beam onna Glock he got hit inna back

Spending racks onna clothes we ain't taking it back

I'm sliming him out kick door through the back

The load just drop its a whole other batch

Don't follow this scat we got too many shots

That switch turn a regular Glock to a Mac

He got hit in his face you ain't getting him back

And we out of town with that shit got a whole lotta racks

We going turn this bitch to the max

We spin your block with that shit and nobody get hit guarantee we doubling back

You ain't never did shit how the fuck you my brother

You mugging my brother you know you in trouble

Bra took all them chargers everything on the muscle

My father ain't have it so I had to hustle

You looking too hard though these tints ima bust you

Bra said he want 5 I ain't going lie I was rushing

Plug got the new one so you know that I rushed him

Blend the sheets wit the funnel I ain't smoking no Russian

LBE let me show you how we work

Back in the booth can't make a weak verse

I ain't trying fight bitch I'm grabbing that heat first

Chopstick hit like it's biting his tshirt

But He know it could be worse

Jamming she going eat the dick til her teeth hurt

Street athlete trap hard like Pete Curt

Beef til da death one of you niggas going be first

LBE let me show you how we work

Back in the booth can't make a weak verse

I ain't trying fight bitch I'm grabbing that heat first

Chopstick hit like it's biting his tshirt

But He know it could be worse

Jamming she going eat the dick til her teeth hurt

Street athlete trap hard like Pete Curt

Beef til da death one of you niggas going be first