This trap shit really a lifestyle, bitch I'm really livin
Polo tee off the nines, freshest nigga in my city
How the f*ck you say you down to ride, but you scared to hold my motherf*ckin' blickie
Come on
Chillin' with my nigga Chris, we outside waiting' for my nigga Ricky
I got that load in, now I'm finna sell it to this white bitch named Nikki
Headie hit my phone, talkin' bout, can I get some za on Clinton
My nigga KT gettin' bucks like his last name was motherf*ckin' Pimpin
Chillin' with my nigga Yop, and we motherf*ckin' gritting
Put my young niggas on you, now we f*cking' blitzing
I been throwin' dimes, bitch, call me Kenny Pickket
I've been, having bands, man all you gotta do is risk it
Call my nigga JLo, man, we finna hit a mission
Smoke a wood with my nigga VK, we the duo of the century
Cheap-ass hoes on the gram, man, you better never risk it
Never trust a ho, bitch, I'm outside makin' chicken
These hoes bitchin' in my ear, man, I never listen
When you down, now your ass, all you hear is crickets
My headie's feining ' for some drugs, like some f*cking' tickets
Why the f*ck you gotta pole if you steady missin'
Fifth day in the trap fit, I'm steady grittin
How the f*ck you want the ball, but you keep on bricking '
Try to run off with this load, I'ma hit you with this lethal weapon
My lil' nigga tryin' to drill some shit
He finna pop up with that motherf*ckin' Smith & Weston
How the f*ck you want the ball, but you steady on the motherf*ckin' bench
DJ rock the ball like his last name was f*ckin' Lynch
If you wanna make some f*ckin' paper, you gotta take a risk
I leave that crib with no pole, bitch, I use my fist
Catch a nigga lackin' while I'm chillin' in the tint
How the f*ck you having pape, but you can't buy a brisk
Hoes ain't shit, bitch, I throw you in the ditch
Every time I up another band, these hams , just get a fit
Ayy, ayy, how the f*ck that nigga try to run and still caught the switch
Ayy, why the f*ck that nigga dissin' and he just lost his friend
I swear every time a nigga DOA, they wanna frame my camp
Two fire headies, I got Ricky and Chris
Fire smoke, you can come and get 260, A zip
I be in and out the city, you might be lucky if you catch me
Be ridin' around with lil' Sleepy, crackin' headies out the caddy
M.O.B., man of business, stand on shit just like my daddy
We cutting' niggas cable out all year, who wants some static
We cutting' niggas cable out all year, who wants some static
Aye, I heard about what happened to Lil' shhh, that shit was tragic
Shit, I don't know nothing, I was probably somewhere trappin
That nigga shouldn't had been in the way, no more parties, Coi Loray
Remember we caught the last opp in his whip on his date
It ain't no mercy in this shit, you diss on gang, you getting faced
Ain't hopping ' out with pencil sticks, but we leaving ' niggas erased
Huh, actin' like you hype, boy, I'll put you in your place
Could've been up a few more, but some niggas had got grazed
Wan, thread likely you'll get put in a grave, nigga
Thread likely you'll get put in a grave, nigga
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Luh Jlo - Chris & Ricky (feat. Lil Sleepy) Lyrics
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This trap shit really a lifestyle, bitch I'm really livin
Polo tee off the nines, freshest nigga in my city
How the f*ck you say you down to ride, but you scared to hold my motherf*ckin' blickie
Come on
Chillin' with my nigga Chris, we outside waiting' for my nigga Ricky
I got that load in, now I'm finna sell it to this white bitch named Nikki
Headie hit my phone, talkin' bout, can I get some za on Clinton
My nigga KT gettin' bucks like his last name was motherf*ckin' Pimpin
Chillin' with my nigga Yop, and we motherf*ckin' gritting
Put my young niggas on you, now we f*cking' blitzing
I been throwin' dimes, bitch, call me Kenny Pickket
I've been, having bands, man all you gotta do is risk it
Call my nigga JLo, man, we finna hit a mission
Smoke a wood with my nigga VK, we the duo of the century
Cheap-ass hoes on the gram, man, you better never risk it
Never trust a ho, bitch, I'm outside makin' chicken
These hoes bitchin' in my ear, man, I never listen
When you down, now your ass, all you hear is crickets
My headie's feining ' for some drugs, like some f*cking' tickets
Why the f*ck you gotta pole if you steady missin'
Fifth day in the trap fit, I'm steady grittin
How the f*ck you want the ball, but you keep on bricking '
Try to run off with this load, I'ma hit you with this lethal weapon
My lil' nigga tryin' to drill some shit
He finna pop up with that motherf*ckin' Smith & Weston
How the f*ck you want the ball, but you steady on the motherf*ckin' bench
DJ rock the ball like his last name was f*ckin' Lynch
If you wanna make some f*ckin' paper, you gotta take a risk
I leave that crib with no pole, bitch, I use my fist
Catch a nigga lackin' while I'm chillin' in the tint
How the f*ck you having pape, but you can't buy a brisk
Hoes ain't shit, bitch, I throw you in the ditch
Every time I up another band, these hams , just get a fit
Ayy, ayy, how the f*ck that nigga try to run and still caught the switch
Ayy, why the f*ck that nigga dissin' and he just lost his friend
I swear every time a nigga DOA, they wanna frame my camp
Two fire headies, I got Ricky and Chris
Fire smoke, you can come and get 260, A zip
I be in and out the city, you might be lucky if you catch me
Be ridin' around with lil' Sleepy, crackin' headies out the caddy
M.O.B., man of business, stand on shit just like my daddy
We cutting' niggas cable out all year, who wants some static
We cutting' niggas cable out all year, who wants some static
Aye, I heard about what happened to Lil' shhh, that shit was tragic
Shit, I don't know nothing, I was probably somewhere trappin
That nigga shouldn't had been in the way, no more parties, Coi Loray
Remember we caught the last opp in his whip on his date
It ain't no mercy in this shit, you diss on gang, you getting faced
Ain't hopping ' out with pencil sticks, but we leaving ' niggas erased
Huh, actin' like you hype, boy, I'll put you in your place
Could've been up a few more, but some niggas had got grazed
Wan, thread likely you'll get put in a grave, nigga
Thread likely you'll get put in a grave, nigga
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Polo tee off the nines, freshest nigga in my city
How the f*ck you say you down to ride, but you scared to hold my motherf*ckin' blickie
Come on
Chillin' with my nigga Chris, we outside waiting' for my nigga Ricky
I got that load in, now I'm finna sell it to this white bitch named Nikki
Headie hit my phone, talkin' bout, can I get some za on Clinton
My nigga KT gettin' bucks like his last name was motherf*ckin' Pimpin
Chillin' with my nigga Yop, and we motherf*ckin' gritting
Put my young niggas on you, now we f*cking' blitzing
I been throwin' dimes, bitch, call me Kenny Pickket
I've been, having bands, man all you gotta do is risk it
Call my nigga JLo, man, we finna hit a mission
Smoke a wood with my nigga VK, we the duo of the century
Cheap-ass hoes on the gram, man, you better never risk it
Never trust a ho, bitch, I'm outside makin' chicken
These hoes bitchin' in my ear, man, I never listen
When you down, now your ass, all you hear is crickets
My headie's feining ' for some drugs, like some f*cking' tickets
Why the f*ck you gotta pole if you steady missin'
Fifth day in the trap fit, I'm steady grittin
How the f*ck you want the ball, but you keep on bricking '
Try to run off with this load, I'ma hit you with this lethal weapon
My lil' nigga tryin' to drill some shit
He finna pop up with that motherf*ckin' Smith & Weston
How the f*ck you want the ball, but you steady on the motherf*ckin' bench
DJ rock the ball like his last name was f*ckin' Lynch
If you wanna make some f*ckin' paper, you gotta take a risk
I leave that crib with no pole, bitch, I use my fist
Catch a nigga lackin' while I'm chillin' in the tint
How the f*ck you having pape, but you can't buy a brisk
Hoes ain't shit, bitch, I throw you in the ditch
Every time I up another band, these hams , just get a fit
Ayy, ayy, how the f*ck that nigga try to run and still caught the switch
Ayy, why the f*ck that nigga dissin' and he just lost his friend
I swear every time a nigga DOA, they wanna frame my camp
Two fire headies, I got Ricky and Chris
Fire smoke, you can come and get 260, A zip
I be in and out the city, you might be lucky if you catch me
Be ridin' around with lil' Sleepy, crackin' headies out the caddy
M.O.B., man of business, stand on shit just like my daddy
We cutting' niggas cable out all year, who wants some static
We cutting' niggas cable out all year, who wants some static
Aye, I heard about what happened to Lil' shhh, that shit was tragic
Shit, I don't know nothing, I was probably somewhere trappin
That nigga shouldn't had been in the way, no more parties, Coi Loray
Remember we caught the last opp in his whip on his date
It ain't no mercy in this shit, you diss on gang, you getting faced
Ain't hopping ' out with pencil sticks, but we leaving ' niggas erased
Huh, actin' like you hype, boy, I'll put you in your place
Could've been up a few more, but some niggas had got grazed
Wan, thread likely you'll get put in a grave, nigga
Thread likely you'll get put in a grave, nigga
You know what the f*ck goin' on
Writer: J Long
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