Young Atlanta nicca really fuccn bout dat shit
Got me in my old ways lik which house 2 Hit
Can't let dem do me like I'm oj gonna get out wen I'm 96
Sticcing to the code Lil bitch I'm never writing shit
Just ran off on 12 I'm still onnat fucc shit
Stop claiming that's ya mans he Ain't gon buss shit
WWI shit toting a musket
They know who the goose cuz these niccas stay duccing
I told you on sight nicca thought I was playing
Still Remember them fights and running in vans
Gotta keep you a metal ain't talking olympics
She know I be cheating but fw my pimping
Don't fw the skeezers but love for the women
Gotta keep me a heater cuz a nicca feel chilly
Finger fuccn the trigger I shoot till it's empty
Kiccdoor trynna get me some profit
These niccas be faking they gangsta just stop it
Neva said I'm a gangster Lil bruh I'm psychotic
Most of the shit I own you know that I stole it
Stop saying that's yo plug he don't even grow it
Buss on her face make it look like it's snowing
It was Late nights ain't have shit but some hope
Still beating the odds with my bacc on the ropes
Heard you been running ya mouth the consequence it's time to chop off ya toes
Ain't with the dating don't fucc with the cuffs
She in Milwaukee fuccn for buccs
I'm gone off the lean kids say no to drugs
Keep bills lik my last name Clinton
These Niccas be telling ain't leaving no witness
I'm off the drugs one helluva feeling
Came from the slums he was drug dealing
We robbing for fun looking like villains
You come at me wrong I put you in checc
Smoking on strong feeling veins in my necc
Scared to speak up Nicca say it wit ya chest
This shit ain't right but my flag to the left
They stealing the swag gone charge em with theft
Too many hoes feel like Hugh Hefner
Fucc a elevator my Niccas some steppers
That bitch hot burnt ain't talking peppers
I'm a OG smoking fruity pebbles
Catching plays like devin Hester
Gotta tote a 9 no lesser
.45 come wit a suppressor
Breaking in houses trynna find me some treasure
He came from the bottom god answered his blessings
Loco Lieutenant - Psychotic Flow Lyrics
Loco Lieutenant - Psychotic Flow Lyrics
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Young Atlanta nicca really fuccn bout dat shit
Got me in my old ways lik which house 2 Hit
Can't let dem do me like I'm oj gonna get out wen I'm 96
Sticcing to the code Lil bitch I'm never writing shit
Just ran off on 12 I'm still onnat fucc shit
Stop claiming that's ya mans he Ain't gon buss shit
WWI shit toting a musket
They know who the goose cuz these niccas stay duccing
I told you on sight nicca thought I was playing
Still Remember them fights and running in vans
Gotta keep you a metal ain't talking olympics
She know I be cheating but fw my pimping
Don't fw the skeezers but love for the women
Gotta keep me a heater cuz a nicca feel chilly
Finger fuccn the trigger I shoot till it's empty
Kiccdoor trynna get me some profit
These niccas be faking they gangsta just stop it
Neva said I'm a gangster Lil bruh I'm psychotic
Most of the shit I own you know that I stole it
Stop saying that's yo plug he don't even grow it
Buss on her face make it look like it's snowing
It was Late nights ain't have shit but some hope
Still beating the odds with my bacc on the ropes
Heard you been running ya mouth the consequence it's time to chop off ya toes
Ain't with the dating don't fucc with the cuffs
She in Milwaukee fuccn for buccs
I'm gone off the lean kids say no to drugs
Keep bills lik my last name Clinton
These Niccas be telling ain't leaving no witness
I'm off the drugs one helluva feeling
Came from the slums he was drug dealing
We robbing for fun looking like villains
You come at me wrong I put you in checc
Smoking on strong feeling veins in my necc
Scared to speak up Nicca say it wit ya chest
This shit ain't right but my flag to the left
They stealing the swag gone charge em with theft
Too many hoes feel like Hugh Hefner
Fucc a elevator my Niccas some steppers
That bitch hot burnt ain't talking peppers
I'm a OG smoking fruity pebbles
Catching plays like devin Hester
Gotta tote a 9 no lesser
.45 come wit a suppressor
Breaking in houses trynna find me some treasure
He came from the bottom god answered his blessings
Got me in my old ways lik which house 2 Hit
Can't let dem do me like I'm oj gonna get out wen I'm 96
Sticcing to the code Lil bitch I'm never writing shit
Just ran off on 12 I'm still onnat fucc shit
Stop claiming that's ya mans he Ain't gon buss shit
WWI shit toting a musket
They know who the goose cuz these niccas stay duccing
I told you on sight nicca thought I was playing
Still Remember them fights and running in vans
Gotta keep you a metal ain't talking olympics
She know I be cheating but fw my pimping
Don't fw the skeezers but love for the women
Gotta keep me a heater cuz a nicca feel chilly
Finger fuccn the trigger I shoot till it's empty
Kiccdoor trynna get me some profit
These niccas be faking they gangsta just stop it
Neva said I'm a gangster Lil bruh I'm psychotic
Most of the shit I own you know that I stole it
Stop saying that's yo plug he don't even grow it
Buss on her face make it look like it's snowing
It was Late nights ain't have shit but some hope
Still beating the odds with my bacc on the ropes
Heard you been running ya mouth the consequence it's time to chop off ya toes
Ain't with the dating don't fucc with the cuffs
She in Milwaukee fuccn for buccs
I'm gone off the lean kids say no to drugs
Keep bills lik my last name Clinton
These Niccas be telling ain't leaving no witness
I'm off the drugs one helluva feeling
Came from the slums he was drug dealing
We robbing for fun looking like villains
You come at me wrong I put you in checc
Smoking on strong feeling veins in my necc
Scared to speak up Nicca say it wit ya chest
This shit ain't right but my flag to the left
They stealing the swag gone charge em with theft
Too many hoes feel like Hugh Hefner
Fucc a elevator my Niccas some steppers
That bitch hot burnt ain't talking peppers
I'm a OG smoking fruity pebbles
Catching plays like devin Hester
Gotta tote a 9 no lesser
.45 come wit a suppressor
Breaking in houses trynna find me some treasure
He came from the bottom god answered his blessings
Writer: Miles Atkins
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