330TMG - Lawva Lyrics

(Gimmetheloot!)
(Tryna tell ya it's chest not checkers!)
Leh go
Flexin' on that gram, but in real life we see you pockets loose
Go and get yo motion up, can't be worried what you're ya partner do
Never snitchin', or fightin' for bitches, that's the golden rule
Hollow points, they hit they passin' by, they say goodbye to you
F*ck, I look like I handin' over gun, hoe, ask to hold the tool
Always watch that backdoor, nigga play run-down, dude
You might not be opp and still got popped, but you sholl fit the shoe
Hot shit spit hot lava out the K, turn his ass right to goo
Bounce around the cut then box em' in, some just like kangaroos
Nigga, felt the woodwind off the Draco, play em like a flute
Uh, niggas know we need the cash, we go and swing the door
My young nigga havin' paranoia poppin percs, he need that antidote
Have em' hunt ya down, he jump the gate, he move like animal
Stand on law, or you know, chop turn, cannibal
Big Arp, mask down in the G-Ride
Big fye, melt em', hit him with the heata
Know we seen him shakin' in his boots, surprised he slide
Hit em' with the scope, Re came with the d-dot
All you heard was bow, bow, bow, gave em' three knots
Knowin' we can all rock out like a guitar
Creepin' in and lurk, tryna hit em' where it hurt
Early heatup, play in A.M, put his ass right on some merch, huh
Send em' right to church, huh
Tadda put in work, huh
Taddaboy want Franklin's, ain't listenin' to Kirk, huh
Nigga in these streets, you know yo girl can get you murked, huh
Diggin' out ya dirt, name and date right on a shirt
Nigga, think before you dead, have your brother out, drinkin' surp
Turn your girl right to a widow, don't worry, look Li3 a flirt, huh
Flexin' on that gram, but in real life we see you pockets loose
Go and get yo motion up, can't be worried what you're ya partner do
Never snitchin', or fightin' for bitches, that's the golden rule
Hollow points, they hit they passin' by, they say goodbye to you
F*ck, I look like I handin' over gun, hoe, ask to hold the tool
Always watch that backdoor, nigga play run-down, dude
You might not be opp and still got popped, but you sholl fit the shoe
Hot shit spit hot lava out the K, turn his ass right to goo
Send em' right to church, huh
Tadda put in work, huh
Taddaboy want Franklin's, ain't listenin' to Kirk, huh
Nigga in these streets, you know yo girl can get you murked, huh
Diggin' out ya dirt, name and date right on a shirt
Nigga, think before you dead, have your brother out, drinkin' surp