"Lightwork Freestyle" lyrics
Kyle Richh, Jenn Carter & Tata Lyrics
Trey- Trey- Trey BVNDO (BVNDO)
Sometimes you be out of your mind
You be thinkin' 'bout shit that be out of this world
And she know designer on my toes
When she givin' me brain, she be makin' em' curl
She know she a baddie, she do what she want
Sometimes she be fuckin' on girls
Like, I just wanna fuck and be friends
Like, I don't think I'm ready for a girl
N-no ballerina, she might do a twirl
I feel bad, I can't give her no [?]
I can't love on a thot, I don't know who to trust
Like, I don't know if it's love or it's lust
And she arguin', just wanna fuss
I can only put trust on my gun
I'ma demon, I do it for fun
PTSD from the shit that I done
[?] is it real?
'Cause this shit don't be feelin' like love
Fake shit wherever that I walk
Pain in my heart, I be itchin' to spark
5am in the stu', I'm in the spot with 2 twin Glocks
P-pour 4, can't see through the dark
10 on my body, I don't gotta [?]
I'm off the juice, and I'm talkin 'bout Mud
Like you was steppin' on me like a rug
And I really done been through some shit
I don't be crying tears, I be crying blood
(Grah)
And if I got my gun, then you know that I'm good
Me and [?] too deep in the field
Like, I'ma stop, but I'm still in the hood
Like, she a demon, she doing her shit
Told her, "Tote on the gun", and she said that she would
Like, I was tryin', I did what I could
At the end of the day, I'ma keep me a knocka
Can't lack, just move proper
What? bullets just kickin' like soccer
Hollows start singin' like it was a opera
(Grah grah)
She know she my heart at the end of the day
She be scared that my day's gon' end
Like, she my homie, my bitch, and my friend
She always do shit to get under my skin
Like, they don't want me to win
When I wake up, I try not to sin
But, I just do it again
Like, she gon' do what I do, she my twin
Sometimes I don't know how to live
I be dwellin' on shit that I did
Free all my demons that stuck in the [?]
And this shortie so bad, I might give her a kid
Early mornin', I'm all in her ribs
Me and her two deep in the whip
She my demon, she ready to oot
If I pass her the knocka, she dumpin' that shit
Bow
(Music)
Sometimes you be out of your mind
You be thinkin' 'bout shit that be out of this world
And she know designer on my toes
When she givin' me brain, she be makin' em' curl
She know she a baddie, she do what she want
Sometimes she be fuckin' on girls
Like, I just wanna fuck and be friends
Like, I don't think I'm ready for a girl
N-no ballerina, she might do a twirl
I feel bad, I can't give her no [?]
I can't love on a thot, I don't know who to trust
Like, I don't know if it's love or it's lust
And she arguin', just wanna fuss
I can only put trust on my gun
I'ma demon, I do it for fun
PTSD from the shit that I done
[?] is it real?
'Cause this shit don't be feelin' like love
Fake shit wherever that I walk
Pain in my heart, I be itchin' to spark
5am in the stu', I'm in the spot with 2 twin Glocks
P-pour 4, can't see through the dark
10 on my body, I don't gotta [?]
I'm off the juice, and I'm talkin 'bout Mud
Like you was steppin' on me like a rug
And I really done been through some shit
I don't be crying tears, I be crying blood
(Grah)
And if I got my gun, then you know that I'm good
Me and [?] too deep in the field
Like, I'ma stop, but I'm still in the hood
Like, she a demon, she doing her shit
Told her, "Tote on the gun", and she said that she would
Like, I was tryin', I did what I could
At the end of the day, I'ma keep me a knocka
Can't lack, just move proper
What? bullets just kickin' like soccer
Hollows start singin' like it was a opera
(Grah grah)
She know she my heart at the end of the day
She be scared that my day's gon' end
Like, she my homie, my bitch, and my friend
She always do shit to get under my skin
Like, they don't want me to win
When I wake up, I try not to sin
But, I just do it again
Like, she gon' do what I do, she my twin
Sometimes I don't know how to live
I be dwellin' on shit that I did
Free all my demons that stuck in the [?]
And this shortie so bad, I might give her a kid
Early mornin', I'm all in her ribs
Me and her two deep in the whip
She my demon, she ready to oot
If I pass her the knocka, she dumpin' that shit
Bow
(Music)
