LMG Black - Me & Him (feat. LMG Mark) Lyrics

Thes n*ggas be playing they really been talking so I went and bought me a TEC nical
Neighborhood doctor so come get your blessing you know that we serving that medical
And 50 rounds hanging out the TEC 9 put a n*gga in a episode
But I ain't no killer I'm a hustler, still had to go and let em know
Cuz these lil' n*ggas wanna try me (is you stupid)
And 50 round hanging out the TEC 9 aiming at ya head like a ID
I'm the doctor and I keep the good drugs, you can still shot like IV
If a n*gga pull up we gone leave his dead laying down on the crime scene
And they ask why that n*gga had to try me
Look, and they ask why that n*gga had to try me
Look, and they ask why that n*gga had to try me
Look, shooting shots in the air like it IV
And them niggas leave ya crying like it visine
I got this sh*t out the street
12 come get it had to feet
I gotta grip for the beef
All of my n*ggas want beef
You know that we eat
And she suck the d*ck with no teeth
Shawty she a real deal freak
All of this drip, it's a muhhf*ckin leak
N*gga be talking, you know that we ready
The gang gone eat ya a** up like it's spaghetti
N*gga be talking you know that we ready
We shooting sh*t up like this sh*t was confetti
You say the weight but we know that you fake so I promise n*gga these fullys is heavy
Promise you n*gga these fullys is heavy
Hit like a beat drop
Squeeze cock
Heat pop
Fa Fa Fa that fire make the beef drop
Open the door and get in
Spraying 30 rounds bout my twin
I will not break and won't bend
I f*ck your bitch and her friend
I cannot f*ck with no 9 all of my h*es they a 10
Let put the fire to his chin
Tell me why these n*ggas hate
That chopper sing just like Drake
Water on me like a lake
Aint talm bout money stay the f*ck out my face
Ain't talm bout money stay the f*ck out my visual
(F*ck out my eyesight)
These lil n*ggas they keep on talking, I swear that we'll turn this sh*t digital
(Turn this sh*t to a crime night)
And R***** he keeping that arsenal swear that he sold me that led chrome
And S***** gone hold your ass down while I put up that pistol it dead on
My n*gga young slime gotta Kel tec when he aim it he dead on
And I got the fully you pull your ass up we gone aim your head holmes
Bring your b*tch a** to the dead zone
I gotta fire ready to bust
It ain't no soul I could trust
N*gga in my glock i trust
These n*ggas aint real as you say
Say you want smoke, we bring the sh*t to ya face
My n*gga they ready catch a case
Free Tay K I'm a young n*gga do the race
I wanna bankroll by the dubs
If a n*gga gotta show then we shoot up the club
Heart cold I cannot show love
These n*ggas be dubs
These n*ggas be scrubs
Two guns up n*gga I don't give a f*ck
And these hot bullets come lil n*gga better duck
Break baby down like a swisher kung fu
Triple cross wipe ya up just like some tissue
Lord forgive me cuz I know this cash rules
I cannot hang with fools
Push up with artillery we having tools
All of this ice of my jews
These n*ggas drinking the juice
F*ck a n*gga b*tch I don't need a conversation
Bankroll gotta lotta numbers that's a whole lotta punctuations
My bankroll it got bout like three of four commas
These n*ggas be talking but they don't know I got some guns like Osama
And remember your p*ssy almost got shot better thank my bro mama
And Remember that you ain't just strapped so you better stay out of folk drama
So you better stay out of folk drama
Lil boy
Look, said you better stay out of that stupid sh*t
And LMG we gotta arsenal we be like cameraman way that we stay on the shooter sh*t
Shotgun knock ya a** down even if you think ya hands too legit
Better think again fore ya a** try to do that stupid sh*t
Swear that these shots they be dead on
Swear that the shots they be dead on
Swear that shots they be a dead on
Swear that these shots they be dead on