"Lurkin" lyrics
I'm 'posed to been dead
All this money on my head, I'm 'posed to been dead
(The Heroz)
(KP On The Beat)
Ayy, free Queso, bitch-ass nigga, Mister Face-Go, Mister Disrespectful, all that shit in one, you know how we rocking
Clip full of shells, these ain't nails, but I'm lurking with the hammer
Tryna do a pussy-ass nigga dirty like Diana
Crossover, hit 'em with three, bitch, I been working on my handle
No Love & Hip Hop, I'm in love with this Glock, swervin' in Atlanta
Slidin' around with Jig, he with the shits, plus he booted bad
Will smush some shit for me, he looking 'round like, "23, who to smash?"
Yeah, he gon' blow for sure, he creep up slow, but he gon' shoot it fast
And like the opps, we disappear like ghosts, how they be movin' fast
We left one with a booty bag, ugh, I can feel his pain
It's a shame he can't wipe his own ass and he can't shit the same
Damn, that's down bad, he can't stand up or he can't sit the same
But I ain't bragging 'bout this shit, just telling you how quick can change
I know this shit a dirty game, that's why I play this shit to win
Spin a bin, avoid that nigga knee, make sure you hit his shin
And spin again, witness on the scene, we gotta get it, friend
We really men, this rod, it ain't proficient, it get business did
Don't fuck with us, it's up with us, who tryna fuck with something? (What up?)
Say the word and all my brothers coming which mean them cutters coming (Oh, you know we coming, bitch-ass nigga)
All my niggas like the trash man, bitch, they in love with dumping
Move wrong and that's your ass, man, this cutter cut your stomach
Clip full of shells, these ain't nails, but I'm lurkin with the hammer
Tryna do a pussy-ass nigga dirty like Diana
Crossover, hit 'em with three, bitch, I been working on my handle
No Love & Hip Hop, I'm in love with this Glock, swervin' in Atlanta
Slidin' around with Jig, he with the shits, plus he booted bad
Will smush some shit for me, he looking 'round like, "23, who to smash?"
Yeah, he gon' blow for sure, he creep up slow, but he gon' shoot it fast
And like the opps, we disappear like ghosts, how they be movin' fast
All this money on my head, I'm 'posed to been dead
(The Heroz)
(KP On The Beat)
Ayy, free Queso, bitch-ass nigga, Mister Face-Go, Mister Disrespectful, all that shit in one, you know how we rocking
Clip full of shells, these ain't nails, but I'm lurking with the hammer
Tryna do a pussy-ass nigga dirty like Diana
Crossover, hit 'em with three, bitch, I been working on my handle
No Love & Hip Hop, I'm in love with this Glock, swervin' in Atlanta
Slidin' around with Jig, he with the shits, plus he booted bad
Will smush some shit for me, he looking 'round like, "23, who to smash?"
Yeah, he gon' blow for sure, he creep up slow, but he gon' shoot it fast
And like the opps, we disappear like ghosts, how they be movin' fast
We left one with a booty bag, ugh, I can feel his pain
It's a shame he can't wipe his own ass and he can't shit the same
Damn, that's down bad, he can't stand up or he can't sit the same
But I ain't bragging 'bout this shit, just telling you how quick can change
I know this shit a dirty game, that's why I play this shit to win
Spin a bin, avoid that nigga knee, make sure you hit his shin
And spin again, witness on the scene, we gotta get it, friend
We really men, this rod, it ain't proficient, it get business did
Don't fuck with us, it's up with us, who tryna fuck with something? (What up?)
Say the word and all my brothers coming which mean them cutters coming (Oh, you know we coming, bitch-ass nigga)
All my niggas like the trash man, bitch, they in love with dumping
Move wrong and that's your ass, man, this cutter cut your stomach
Clip full of shells, these ain't nails, but I'm lurkin with the hammer
Tryna do a pussy-ass nigga dirty like Diana
Crossover, hit 'em with three, bitch, I been working on my handle
No Love & Hip Hop, I'm in love with this Glock, swervin' in Atlanta
Slidin' around with Jig, he with the shits, plus he booted bad
Will smush some shit for me, he looking 'round like, "23, who to smash?"
Yeah, he gon' blow for sure, he creep up slow, but he gon' shoot it fast
And like the opps, we disappear like ghosts, how they be movin' fast
Writer(s): Javorius Scott, Otis Hinton, Karionne Payton
