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PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Lako
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keyanta Bullard
Songwriter
Javorius Scott
Songwriter
Olalekan Akinyokunbo
Songwriter
Otis Hinton Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lako
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
It's been a lil' minute
Bitch ****, but I'm still with it
Stop flaggin', you know what city
Drive back of the 'Bach with no limit
Cut off that fake shit, I ain't with it
Lako, Lako, Lako
It's been a lil' minute
Bitch ****, but I'm still with it
[Chorus]
We looking for opps, young **** lettin' off shots, they don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
We clutchin' them mops
Bitch, if you lack at the trap, we takin' whatever you got
We catch him, he drop
They aimin' straight at your top, no dissin' we told him to stop
Hop out on his block, up with the stick or the Glock, don't matter, somebody gettin' shot
[Chorus]
We lookin' for opps, young **** lettin' off shots, they don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
We clutchin' them mops
Bitch, if you lack at the trap, we takin' whatever you got
We catch him, he drop
They aimin' straight at your top, no dissin', we told him to stop
Hop out on his block, up with the stick or the Glock, don't matter, somebody gettin' shot
[Verse 1]
Fuck all the cops, I know they hope we gon' stop
But the way that I'm livin', I'm not
We stop on his block, catch him, hop out with the Glock and put that lil' bitch in a box
You think you gon' plot, he gotta be outta his top, the stick knock him outta his socks
I'm tryna turn a bitch **** head hot, brand new stick came with a red dot
We in that field, I do that shit here for real, bitch, I'm tryna catch me a kill
Don't come where I live, young **** slangin' that steel
You play wit' your life and get killed
Shit get real, know steppers who chew on them pills and they'll come lay at your crib
Up from the hip, blow off his ribs, hop in the whip, now yo' mama in tears
All of my **** get straight to the business
We got the mops and they come with extensions
Clear the whole street, we ain't leavin' no witness
Hated by many, they say I'm a menace
Won't check in when I come to your city
You and all them bitch **** gon' get it
This Draco hold way more than 20, so when I aim at your head, I won't miss it
[Chorus]
We lookin' for opps, young **** lettin' off shots, they don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
We clutchin' them mops
Bitch, if you lack at the trap, we takin' whatever you got
We catch him, he drop
They aimin' straight at your top, no dissin', we told him to stop
Hop out on his block, up with the stick or the Glock, don't matter, somebody gettin' shot
[Chorus]
We looking for opps, young **** lettin' off shots, they don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
We clutchin' them mops
Bitch if you lack at the trap we takin' whatever you got
We catch him, he drop
They aimin' straight at your top, no dissin', we told him to stop
Hop out on his block, up with the stick or the Glock, don't matter, somebody gettin' shot
[Verse 2]
We lookin' for opps
Big Glock 23, body drop
We spendin' again, can't stop
Keep talking with his chest
Slippin' with the ho, got the drop
Real **** heart stop
Fallin' out in public
Sendin' out them shots
We up, new, next to drop
Them **** be snitches
All of them lil' **** some bitches, all of them lil' **** some bitches
All of my **** sharp shooters, all of my **** go-getters
Clique full of steppers, ain't nothin' to come get ya
Ridin' in this bag, no it's not a rental
My shooters legendary, bitch **** some beginners
Always dissin' when they really pretendin'
He came on the block, send them ****, go get him
Always dissin' when he really pretendin'
He came on the block, send them ****, go get him
Steady screamin' out "Fuck the opps"
Face shot a **** right in front of cops
Cold-hearted, cold body, it's a bloody, bloody murder
Got some shit I hop out with, somethin' you never-ever heard of
Catch his ass, drop his ass, put him on the news, now he heard of
[Chorus]
We lookin' for opps, young **** lettin' off shots, they don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
We clutchin' them mops
Bitch, if you lack at the trap, we takin' whatever you got
We catch him, he drop
They aimin' straight at your top, no dissin', we told him to stop
Hop out on his block, up with the stick or the Glock, don't matter, somebody gettin' shot
[Chorus]
We lookin' for opps, young **** lettin' off shots, they don't give a fuck 'bout the cops
We clutchin' them mops
Bitch, if you lack at the trap, we takin' whatever you got
We catch him, he drop
They aimin' straight at your top, no dissin', we told him to stop
Hop out on his block, up with the stick or the Glock, don't matter, somebody gettin' shot
[Outro]
Lako, Lako, Lako
Written by: Javorius Scott, Keyanta Bullard, Olalekan Akinyokunbo, Otis Hinton