Lalorasi & Pop$ - 242 Lyrics

(Yeah)
If I can just sound so hard
You know I wanted to sound like a hard nigga, like I wanted to sound buff
You know, I want to sound hella buff
You know they can't body a beat like me, yoh
As a young jitt
I had to teach them niggas how to get it
You gotta double, don't you split it
My ops are plotting on division
They mad at this life that I'm living
These streets are always unforgiving
I'm taking the cup like McQueen with the piston
They think they got me, they must got me twisted
I stay in the stu like a man on a mission
I sent it to pops 'cause he stay with the vision
Why now, why stop
Lalorasi way too hot
I caught them niggas off guard
I don't really need a guard
Pull out the .45 on god
Smoke a nigga like he's braai fleis (Raah)
He talking shit but never to my face
Came with the hits like a young nigga Tyson
They ask for a verse, better ask for retirement
Those are shots that's I'm firing (Vrrp)
All you niggas are tiresome (Yeah)
I work with young pops
That nigga inspiring
We leave the stu, you might need might a fireman
Most of you never excite me (No)
You niggas sweet like icing (Sweet)
Open my veins and it's cold, it's icy
I'm out for blood, I swing like a Viking
Niggas moving too mad
Shawty clapping, no hands
Michael Jackson, yeah she bad
Lalorasi with bands
No one really understands (Who)
No one really understands
How we sauce it up grand
How we riding in a lamb
How we always got a plan
How it really all began (Hey)
Niggas they hate it, don't care if they like me
It's all about money, the fam, and the psyche
She poppin that pussy when she see the timepiece
Stars on my neck, you know that it's shiny
Shiny (Hey)
There's nothing you niggas can buy me (No)
I won't sell my soul for a dime piece
But she'll sell it all for some time, please
Attention, story mention (Yeah)
All these IG thots getting reckless
Used to wake up to no breakfast
Now I got someone's rent as a necklace (Goddamn)
Hickory, dickery, bickery, dock
These niggas stay rats
While I ice out my clock
Hickory, dickery, dock
That girl is a snake, she'll climb up my cock for a clock
Jeez Louis, Vuitton
Only want Dom Perignon (Yeah)
Houdini, yes thot be gone
Huncho The Siz in the zone
Nigga your hun on the phone (Hello?)
Niggas stay whining and moan
Niggas just barking and groan
'Cause they're chick ain't throwing bones
Niggas is turning two-tone
'Cause they know this is my throne (Yeah)
Sir 'lorasi just checking in (Who)
Jolly good show, jolly good show indeed
Let's go