"Levels" lyrics
Hm, ain't no problem could a been call the whoas to get em gone
It take levels, nigga
Tryna be realest, nigga
Nigga be two faced I can't fuck with him
My partner work' the other one, I might just have to bust him
I let them 7.62s, fill his ass up, and call em stuffin'
I had the shotgun in the hill with Lil Velly and Stuffy
Partner be dead, nigga, by tomorrow, nigga I ain't bluffin'
Playing with BL, they in trouble
I miss Kyra, huh, I miss BJ
I miss Sumo, huh, I put him on replay
I think about Ju Glizzy everyday, .25 to the face
If I tell you go pop a nigga, say OK
I let the stick out, it feel just like a Jabbawockee when I'm walking out with my K
I'm claiming Babylife, shit like a brotherhood
Huh, your boyfriend hurt your feelings, I'm the one that's tryna make you fuckin' feel good
Me and King 30 on the Eastside, posted in the our real hood
Huh, Draco grab the fuckin' wood
Caught my opp lackin' stomp him like a bug
She ask if I love her, do the shoulder shrug
Had five bands in my pocket, all dubs
Police took my damn money, got locked up
Not tryna fuck you bitch you washed up
Glock 30 on me, nigga don't do knuckle up
Take a opp on that ride, nigga buckle up
He don't got no pride, can't be one of us
I did all type of damn things that I could've took back, but I won't
Bitch, don't take me for no damn joke
Tryna get rich, tired of using state soap
We gon' stack up them hunnids 'til we can't no more
We gon' stack up them fifties, call the ho Legos
Oh, you tryna fuck? Baby oh let's go
Skrt off with the keys, ain't talkin' piano
In the bushes with stick I'm dressed in that camo
If they play with my sisters, then I go Rambo
Me and Kilo everyday after school, Trapin in bando
I told you I'm cool, I don't want no hoe
Take me for a fool, bitch this ain't no joke
I know that I'm mob, still can't talk bout lo'
I don't follow no rule, cause I feel that I'm woke
Tryna hang with the gang know we gon' cut that rope
And lil Sumo he locked up, I miss my damn loc
I'm too player, stop that player hatin'
Baby come suck this dick and get a taste
He tryna hit lick for me just for his shoe to shine we take his lace
We can just Netflix and chill, bit', I don't go on dates
I don't want tris right now, bit', I'm straight
I let the thot bit' hit his phone, she the fuckin' bait
I wanna live the gangster life, but still see heaven gates
Put the dick in a Glock, I feel like Kevin Gates
Put the dick in the Glock 26 they say that they got raped
You keep doing all the Instagram flexin' nigga, let's just make sum' shake
We can spend time, but she gotta wait
I never dropped a damn dime, that's on everything (on God)
(I ain't never dropped a damn dime, nigga that's on gang)
(I ain't never dropped a damn dime, nigga that's on gang)
It take levels, nigga
Tryna be realest, nigga
Nigga be two faced I can't fuck with him
My partner work' the other one, I might just have to bust him
I let them 7.62s, fill his ass up, and call em stuffin'
I had the shotgun in the hill with Lil Velly and Stuffy
Partner be dead, nigga, by tomorrow, nigga I ain't bluffin'
Playing with BL, they in trouble
I miss Kyra, huh, I miss BJ
I miss Sumo, huh, I put him on replay
I think about Ju Glizzy everyday, .25 to the face
If I tell you go pop a nigga, say OK
I let the stick out, it feel just like a Jabbawockee when I'm walking out with my K
I'm claiming Babylife, shit like a brotherhood
Huh, your boyfriend hurt your feelings, I'm the one that's tryna make you fuckin' feel good
Me and King 30 on the Eastside, posted in the our real hood
Huh, Draco grab the fuckin' wood
Caught my opp lackin' stomp him like a bug
She ask if I love her, do the shoulder shrug
Had five bands in my pocket, all dubs
Police took my damn money, got locked up
Not tryna fuck you bitch you washed up
Glock 30 on me, nigga don't do knuckle up
Take a opp on that ride, nigga buckle up
He don't got no pride, can't be one of us
I did all type of damn things that I could've took back, but I won't
Bitch, don't take me for no damn joke
Tryna get rich, tired of using state soap
We gon' stack up them hunnids 'til we can't no more
We gon' stack up them fifties, call the ho Legos
Oh, you tryna fuck? Baby oh let's go
Skrt off with the keys, ain't talkin' piano
In the bushes with stick I'm dressed in that camo
If they play with my sisters, then I go Rambo
Me and Kilo everyday after school, Trapin in bando
I told you I'm cool, I don't want no hoe
Take me for a fool, bitch this ain't no joke
I know that I'm mob, still can't talk bout lo'
I don't follow no rule, cause I feel that I'm woke
Tryna hang with the gang know we gon' cut that rope
And lil Sumo he locked up, I miss my damn loc
I'm too player, stop that player hatin'
Baby come suck this dick and get a taste
He tryna hit lick for me just for his shoe to shine we take his lace
We can just Netflix and chill, bit', I don't go on dates
I don't want tris right now, bit', I'm straight
I let the thot bit' hit his phone, she the fuckin' bait
I wanna live the gangster life, but still see heaven gates
Put the dick in a Glock, I feel like Kevin Gates
Put the dick in the Glock 26 they say that they got raped
You keep doing all the Instagram flexin' nigga, let's just make sum' shake
We can spend time, but she gotta wait
I never dropped a damn dime, that's on everything (on God)
(I ain't never dropped a damn dime, nigga that's on gang)
(I ain't never dropped a damn dime, nigga that's on gang)
