"Lunatiks" lyrics
Shout-out Stendo, nigga
Fuck goin' on?
Clap his face up, he get put in a blender
'Za, havin' pints that I can't even think of
Twin put the strap on you, we take yo' bank card
Why the hell you send me dumb messages?
Bitch sent me thirty messages, shit ridiculous
Pull up to the shed, my partner give me blicky
Two guns, trappin', it get really risky
Fingers stuck to the pack, it get sticky
It get wicked 'bout the racks, I be stingy
Finna cut my fuckin' line off
Sixty-round drum, bring that bitch out
Shut the trap down, we havin' gunfire
Gunshots, shit blow my high
Geeked up off the 'za, walkin' 'round with fire
Boarded up, bando boarded up
We in the hotbox with a four-door clutchin'
This bitch quakin', I'm not havin' no discussion
It get violent, it's violence in this shit
Hot guns, I need a hand mitten
Sneak inside it 'cause I'm banned from this bitch
Put some poison in yo' blunt, now he lit
Ain't no quick revive, ain't no med kit
Sticked up on the freeway with this blick
I swear to God, these niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Put the beam on the FN and I just wig
My lil' partner made a play, I assisted
Jumped off the porch, knew I was gon' get rich
Opps under my shoe, they get smushed
Kick the fuckin' door, make you hush
Popped like a pimple, these niggas puss'
Find out why the fuck you mad as fuck
I gets it 'cause I fuckin' deadlift
Shoot you, seen your ass fuckin' pass death
Dripped the fuck out, can't tell me nothin'
Big clothes not drip, what the fuck?
Switch your drip when they switch the trends up
Bitch get some sirup, she built bad as fuck
Fill my cup with this detergent, I go up
We gon' Nerf a fuckin' opp, wet 'em up
Geeked up off this fuckin' shit, I can't sleep
Better hide your fuckin' pill, you're R.I.P
Made a opp strike a pose, they gon' freeze
Nigga' gun gettin' old, it gon' mold
Twelve hoes, told 'em, "Go and free the bro"
Bounce out the fuckin' hotbox, have my dueller
Banana clip on the stick look like a ruler
We pop shit, you walk through the hood and we do you
Get stabbed down with big Balencis, you get stepped on
Pop out, I sag Amiris, got no belt on
TECs look like a [?], got no shirt on
I don't get searched no more by twelve, I don't get caught
You see hella rubber bands in my vault
Fuck nigga ain't gotta bump my shit, turn it off
These fuck niggas bite, I can't post at all
Fuck niggas watchin' on they fuckin' burner
Nigga get popped, won't send a warnin'
Why should I be cappin'? I just keep shit one hunnid
Geeked up off drugs, I walk 'round like a zombie
I ain't clutch this bitch for nothin', know I'ma spin it
These fuck niggas not with it for real
Yah
Fuck goin' on?
Clap his face up, he get put in a blender
'Za, havin' pints that I can't even think of
Twin put the strap on you, we take yo' bank card
Why the hell you send me dumb messages?
Bitch sent me thirty messages, shit ridiculous
Pull up to the shed, my partner give me blicky
Two guns, trappin', it get really risky
Fingers stuck to the pack, it get sticky
It get wicked 'bout the racks, I be stingy
Finna cut my fuckin' line off
Sixty-round drum, bring that bitch out
Shut the trap down, we havin' gunfire
Gunshots, shit blow my high
Geeked up off the 'za, walkin' 'round with fire
Boarded up, bando boarded up
We in the hotbox with a four-door clutchin'
This bitch quakin', I'm not havin' no discussion
It get violent, it's violence in this shit
Hot guns, I need a hand mitten
Sneak inside it 'cause I'm banned from this bitch
Put some poison in yo' blunt, now he lit
Ain't no quick revive, ain't no med kit
Sticked up on the freeway with this blick
I swear to God, these niggas ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Put the beam on the FN and I just wig
My lil' partner made a play, I assisted
Jumped off the porch, knew I was gon' get rich
Opps under my shoe, they get smushed
Kick the fuckin' door, make you hush
Popped like a pimple, these niggas puss'
Find out why the fuck you mad as fuck
I gets it 'cause I fuckin' deadlift
Shoot you, seen your ass fuckin' pass death
Dripped the fuck out, can't tell me nothin'
Big clothes not drip, what the fuck?
Switch your drip when they switch the trends up
Bitch get some sirup, she built bad as fuck
Fill my cup with this detergent, I go up
We gon' Nerf a fuckin' opp, wet 'em up
Geeked up off this fuckin' shit, I can't sleep
Better hide your fuckin' pill, you're R.I.P
Made a opp strike a pose, they gon' freeze
Nigga' gun gettin' old, it gon' mold
Twelve hoes, told 'em, "Go and free the bro"
Bounce out the fuckin' hotbox, have my dueller
Banana clip on the stick look like a ruler
We pop shit, you walk through the hood and we do you
Get stabbed down with big Balencis, you get stepped on
Pop out, I sag Amiris, got no belt on
TECs look like a [?], got no shirt on
I don't get searched no more by twelve, I don't get caught
You see hella rubber bands in my vault
Fuck nigga ain't gotta bump my shit, turn it off
These fuck niggas bite, I can't post at all
Fuck niggas watchin' on they fuckin' burner
Nigga get popped, won't send a warnin'
Why should I be cappin'? I just keep shit one hunnid
Geeked up off drugs, I walk 'round like a zombie
I ain't clutch this bitch for nothin', know I'ma spin it
These fuck niggas not with it for real
Yah
