Woooo sheesh
Unmmmm Feel the money comin' from the itch of my palm
I'ma get off that perk and I'm tryna stay calm
Finna go to work when they drop off the ton
Got me feelin' lucky like a leprechaun
I'm in my prime, feel like Megatron
Ain't wastin' time, know I'm finna GoDumbk
I'ma shit on you boys like I'm Baby Tron
Just like a wizard, hit that boy with a wand
Made him think it was Pablo
And you ain't even know it nigga like I'm Rocco
I told you this Rocket got power like Otto
Ripped the pack out that plastic, my bitch like Lotto
We was in the A sent that boy to Chicago
And I'm throwing up the tres , nigga, keep it crackin' like bottle
They tryna jump on the wave, I know you want follow
You stuck on yesterday, but I want some tomorrow shit
Glll, bodies fold they won't fucc with Luh Loso
Don't got it, spend a bag up on a bitch
I'm posting' these racks on the gram, she want bounce on my dick
Bitch, how the f*ck you gon' know if that boy don't try it
Nigga had a post at the store serving , exotic narcotics
He got the blick but that boy not gon' pop it
I up the Smiths sweaty to god imma off it
That boy talkin' money, he probably should stop it
They know when I'm on from the start
Loso draw down on a nigga like Art
& We come by the three, so you better think smart
Ummm I'm in this bitch with the toaster, warm his ass up, I'm poppin' these niggas, they tart
Low-key, I feel like these niggas some narcs
3TE, we finna be top of the charts
Can't fuc wit them folks they ain't havin' no heart
I been creeping on you, and them folks, you gon' die
Ain't no catching me lacking me block on my side
Up the fye on the plug, I'm tryna terrorize
Hit that bitch shoot the stick, make the murder rate rise
Dont be callin' my name, I'm in love with these drugs
Bitch tried push up on me, I ain't know who you was
Weew, Push up, he catchin' them slugs
& ya bitch wanna f*ck, but she don't get a hug
Dump at the boy he get smoke ina dutch
Up the fire up on the boy, he gon' run
Just be cap rappin', y'all ain't standin' on nun
Smxxsh3x - LosoGoDumbk (feat. Luh Loso) Lyrics
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Woooo sheesh
Unmmmm Feel the money comin' from the itch of my palm
I'ma get off that perk and I'm tryna stay calm
Finna go to work when they drop off the ton
Got me feelin' lucky like a leprechaun
I'm in my prime, feel like Megatron
Ain't wastin' time, know I'm finna GoDumbk
I'ma shit on you boys like I'm Baby Tron
Just like a wizard, hit that boy with a wand
Made him think it was Pablo
And you ain't even know it nigga like I'm Rocco
I told you this Rocket got power like Otto
Ripped the pack out that plastic, my bitch like Lotto
We was in the A sent that boy to Chicago
And I'm throwing up the tres , nigga, keep it crackin' like bottle
They tryna jump on the wave, I know you want follow
You stuck on yesterday, but I want some tomorrow shit
Glll, bodies fold they won't fucc with Luh Loso
Don't got it, spend a bag up on a bitch
I'm posting' these racks on the gram, she want bounce on my dick
Bitch, how the f*ck you gon' know if that boy don't try it
Nigga had a post at the store serving , exotic narcotics
He got the blick but that boy not gon' pop it
I up the Smiths sweaty to god imma off it
That boy talkin' money, he probably should stop it
They know when I'm on from the start
Loso draw down on a nigga like Art
& We come by the three, so you better think smart
Ummm I'm in this bitch with the toaster, warm his ass up, I'm poppin' these niggas, they tart
Low-key, I feel like these niggas some narcs
3TE, we finna be top of the charts
Can't fuc wit them folks they ain't havin' no heart
I been creeping on you, and them folks, you gon' die
Ain't no catching me lacking me block on my side
Up the fye on the plug, I'm tryna terrorize
Hit that bitch shoot the stick, make the murder rate rise
Dont be callin' my name, I'm in love with these drugs
Bitch tried push up on me, I ain't know who you was
Weew, Push up, he catchin' them slugs
& ya bitch wanna f*ck, but she don't get a hug
Dump at the boy he get smoke ina dutch
Up the fire up on the boy, he gon' run
Just be cap rappin', y'all ain't standin' on nun
Unmmmm Feel the money comin' from the itch of my palm
I'ma get off that perk and I'm tryna stay calm
Finna go to work when they drop off the ton
Got me feelin' lucky like a leprechaun
I'm in my prime, feel like Megatron
Ain't wastin' time, know I'm finna GoDumbk
I'ma shit on you boys like I'm Baby Tron
Just like a wizard, hit that boy with a wand
Made him think it was Pablo
And you ain't even know it nigga like I'm Rocco
I told you this Rocket got power like Otto
Ripped the pack out that plastic, my bitch like Lotto
We was in the A sent that boy to Chicago
And I'm throwing up the tres , nigga, keep it crackin' like bottle
They tryna jump on the wave, I know you want follow
You stuck on yesterday, but I want some tomorrow shit
Glll, bodies fold they won't fucc with Luh Loso
Don't got it, spend a bag up on a bitch
I'm posting' these racks on the gram, she want bounce on my dick
Bitch, how the f*ck you gon' know if that boy don't try it
Nigga had a post at the store serving , exotic narcotics
He got the blick but that boy not gon' pop it
I up the Smiths sweaty to god imma off it
That boy talkin' money, he probably should stop it
They know when I'm on from the start
Loso draw down on a nigga like Art
& We come by the three, so you better think smart
Ummm I'm in this bitch with the toaster, warm his ass up, I'm poppin' these niggas, they tart
Low-key, I feel like these niggas some narcs
3TE, we finna be top of the charts
Can't fuc wit them folks they ain't havin' no heart
I been creeping on you, and them folks, you gon' die
Ain't no catching me lacking me block on my side
Up the fye on the plug, I'm tryna terrorize
Hit that bitch shoot the stick, make the murder rate rise
Dont be callin' my name, I'm in love with these drugs
Bitch tried push up on me, I ain't know who you was
Weew, Push up, he catchin' them slugs
& ya bitch wanna f*ck, but she don't get a hug
Dump at the boy he get smoke ina dutch
Up the fire up on the boy, he gon' run
Just be cap rappin', y'all ain't standin' on nun
Writer: Darius Alston
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