"LD7 fast anthem" lyrics
This fair game, shoot to official, we come and get you
Do a [?] whenever I pop out, these niggas pretendin' with pistol
They get it for y'all and my dogs out the kennel
Slidin' with five, he don't get the memo
Chill the fuck up in that bitch, that my religion
Slide for the block with a Glock, nigga, pussy can't handle this shit — you get fucked by the toe-tag
I'm on, niggas 'round me posted, they gon' throw fair
Put you on, bust ya lil' ho, we might go back
I take it for a dime for his pipes, finna try me
Send a pussy nigga on a flight, catchin' private
Tryna see what this shit like — is it high-tier?
Bought the whole loadout, it's crime time; I want y'all to give me the rundown
Trigger finger happy, I'm spamin'
Nine mil', it sit where my hand at
How the fuck a nigga find out? 'Til the spot, they got a load
Nigga pop shit, go out sad like a balloon
Can't bring that ho to the spot, I gotta get a room
Twenty ball on my right [?] and a broom, I'll sweep 'em
If you on the drugs, nigga gotta hit my beeper
Jack ya ass up, make you go get ya people
On the East Side since I got my weapon on me
On that fuck shit, people tryna catch a revenant on me
Not just anybody can hit my lil' telephone
Reach a nigga pocket, you gon' get popped on
We got some drugs in this bitch, Percs in this bitch
Too many Glocks in this bitch, sticks in the bitch
Know that they day-to-day and you can't even trace the whip
Five percent tint — I just got me some fancy whip
Really just hit for this shit, I can't make it up
Next time, forgive me your pack, you don't make enough
[?] your strap, you know we got [?] in here
Next time we lead that boy out, he might tell on him
Rush to the spot, grab my shit, then I bail on him
No weapons for me, I guess my shit Apostale
I can't fold when they callin' [?]
Fuck nigga yappin', they doin' too much talkin', we try him
He havin' straps in the trench, we can't buy that
Jungle G Rock got a stick where I drive at
Tryna make a hundred bond by a nigga Friday
Black truck slide, got a blick by the black truck drivin'
Stuntin' at the dope, it's a back door party
Thanks for the bill back—
Stunt man dope if he thank from the back though, stunt man—
Do a [?] whenever I pop out, these niggas pretendin' with pistol
They get it for y'all and my dogs out the kennel
Slidin' with five, he don't get the memo
Chill the fuck up in that bitch, that my religion
Slide for the block with a Glock, nigga, pussy can't handle this shit — you get fucked by the toe-tag
I'm on, niggas 'round me posted, they gon' throw fair
Put you on, bust ya lil' ho, we might go back
I take it for a dime for his pipes, finna try me
Send a pussy nigga on a flight, catchin' private
Tryna see what this shit like — is it high-tier?
Bought the whole loadout, it's crime time; I want y'all to give me the rundown
Trigger finger happy, I'm spamin'
Nine mil', it sit where my hand at
How the fuck a nigga find out? 'Til the spot, they got a load
Nigga pop shit, go out sad like a balloon
Can't bring that ho to the spot, I gotta get a room
Twenty ball on my right [?] and a broom, I'll sweep 'em
If you on the drugs, nigga gotta hit my beeper
Jack ya ass up, make you go get ya people
On the East Side since I got my weapon on me
On that fuck shit, people tryna catch a revenant on me
Not just anybody can hit my lil' telephone
Reach a nigga pocket, you gon' get popped on
We got some drugs in this bitch, Percs in this bitch
Too many Glocks in this bitch, sticks in the bitch
Know that they day-to-day and you can't even trace the whip
Five percent tint — I just got me some fancy whip
Really just hit for this shit, I can't make it up
Next time, forgive me your pack, you don't make enough
[?] your strap, you know we got [?] in here
Next time we lead that boy out, he might tell on him
Rush to the spot, grab my shit, then I bail on him
No weapons for me, I guess my shit Apostale
I can't fold when they callin' [?]
Fuck nigga yappin', they doin' too much talkin', we try him
He havin' straps in the trench, we can't buy that
Jungle G Rock got a stick where I drive at
Tryna make a hundred bond by a nigga Friday
Black truck slide, got a blick by the black truck drivin'
Stuntin' at the dope, it's a back door party
Thanks for the bill back—
Stunt man dope if he thank from the back though, stunt man—
