Album Name

HIStory, Lost Pages

Artist

YFN Lucci

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.02.28

Release Agency

워너뮤직

Jessie P on the track

Look uh
These niggas be cotton soft
knock it off
I got your down
bitch tryna top me off
I hit a button to pull
out your residence
Six nines I hit him
I heard he was tellin' shit
Ooh playin' with the keys
like Ray Charles
Step in that spot only
usin' my facecard
Brrt callin' my 'migos on takeoff
I got that drop on that boy
he gon' take off
Ooh
Tell the bitch Shake that
Shake that
Feelin' like Diddy
I take that take that
Like you in the wrong ho
you know we gon' take that huh
You look like a snack
so we ate that huh
You shot up my block
I want payback huh
You know I'm protected
like latex huh
Uh these niggas be cap like an A's hat
I'm in Baltimore like
that's where I stay at
Hit up Izzy man
you know he don't play that huh
I need like two of 'em ASAP yeah
I need 'em gone like ASAP
Fuck that
we get 'em gone fast like a racetrack
Lyin' in bushes
right where he stay at
Want a closed casket
then why you ain't say that
I rep that C third
letter the alphabet
He got them P's
why he ain't tell me that
He want some smoke
Hope he inhalin' that
Sinkin' his boat
where was he sailin' at
Look I got that scope
I'm peelin' that melon back
In the back with the ceiling cracked
I got that AK-40 and the MAC
Lettin' it clap playin' pitty-pat
One in the back where is Ricky at
I'm a real dope boy
ain't with that chitter-chat
Nigga you trade
tell him to let 'em out
I feel like Pootie
Tang pullin' leather out
I feel like Goldmouf
diamonds in my mouth
Louis V leather all on my couch
I might just pick up
some beef that Lu had
I just might hit up a nigga
'cause Izzy mad
Niggas just hit up my mans
I'ma get 'em back
Treat 'em like Wayne
where was the ceiling at
We run the streets
they run the internet
I'm T.I. where your cookie at
Pull up we shootin' your residence
We shootin' schools
we shootin' like
Where was the bully at
Fully strapped
we got the hoodie yeah
We pull up leave 'em slumped
He reppin' Blood
left him bleedin' huh
I'm reppin' C I'ma see him huh
Yeah I'ma see him out
see what that Blood 'bout to be about
I said brody ain't my blood
but I left him bleedin'
Caught in my car
but I left him crumpled yeah
When I'm in the club
got my pistol yeah
If I ever mug I'ma get you
Sat in my two-seater
my bitch she a diva yeah
On my hip I got my nina yeah
Right on the curb he'll leave ya huh
Now he got a stripe like Adidas uh