"Ll Floom" lyrics

(Pressure)
(Okay Jones)

I just bought a baby mansion with a three-car garage
I be chillin' with my bitch, I need some head and a massage
Who the fuck you tryna hit? Why you shootin' in the crowd?
I had to kick him out the hood, he can't come back to the Mile
You can't make twenty thousand in the streets, get a job
I counted up my first two hundred thou', I almost fuckin' cried
All facts, easy money, we be movin' like the mob
I'd rather be rich than famous, it ain't hard to decide
He ain't been on Instagram, I guess his jewelry in the pond
I can score and still make my niggas ball, I'm LeBron
Thinkin' 'bout my nigga Trap, really cherish all our time
I don't never question God, I just wish I can rewind
She ain't got shit goin' on, that bitch poor, she just fine
If I leave my bitch the only time I'll drop a dime
I keep rockin' YSL, my niggas keep callin' me slime
I been pushin' foreign whips before I learned how to drive
No, I'm not in Atlanta, still'll make a nigga hide
Bro just alley-ooped an opp, I'm 'bout to go and catch a lob
I'm a heartbreak kid, I be feelin' like Delon
Dog rat and I'ma have to drop the body before trial
I just gotta make sure that the judge free the guys
You know I got your mans whacked, screamin' fuck the other side
I'm MO3 to them niggas, got them scared to come outside
Caught him on the freeway, I left his ass on the Lodge

Broke niggas on the internet sayin' such-and-such
You can't even bring the racks out just to fuck it up
I just asked a pretty bitch is we gon' fuck or what?
The bitch pussy weak, can't even bust a nut
Broke niggas on the internet sayin' such-and-such
You can't even bring the racks out just to fuck it up
I just asked a pretty bitch is we gon' fuck or what?
The bitch pussy weak, can't even bust a nut