LIVEMORRCRYLESS (feat. jahealy, $on0fCartier, sahuo !, fwdayn, fiji!, trewu, Serqi & zyeko)

I feel kinda dumb, but uh, I miss you I been thinkin' about you and I been thinkin' about our love And how much I miss your touch I miss being around you, hearing your laugh and holidng your hand I think of you everyday Just thought of you so I thought I'd call you to tell you (Shut the fuck up!) Yuh (Aye, Longboy, you stylin') Yuh, lil bitch, I be countin' my bands Lil' bitch, yeah, yeah, okay Lil' bitch, I be countin' my bands Lil' bitch posted up with the gang Got a Glock with a switch, it go bang Put a knife on a Drac, it got fangs Found a bitch, she too lame, she got Vans Oh wait, I pull out my Glock and this shit finna bang Yuh, yuh, yeah Compressed all the shit, got a fix with the slip Fucker, I ran my money up I walked in the spot, shooters uppin' they K's Whole lotta' rounds, my K don't stuck Mo-mobbin the crew, with the 412 All slatts, don't fuck with the snakes I fuck on your bitch and I I hopped in the ghost huh, and she gave me face Yeah, me and my brudda, we makin' it first Get to the money, you know that's the first That is your bitch, but I'm quenchin' her thirst I step in that bitch like I'm Lil Uzi Vert Twenty more minutes like Lil Uzi Vert Get to the money, you know we gon' skrt Twenty more minutes like Lil Uzi Vert Talkin 'bout me, lil boy, you gon' get murked Talk down on the gang, we gon' hit you fasho Badang in this bitch, when I'm fuckin' on her We turn up that show, we turn up that show Yeah, we ready on go, ye we ready on go I'm ready to die for my brother, fasho We stackin' that bands, but we keepin' it low Talk on the gang, we gon send em to Allah Talk on the gang, we gon send em to Allah Shoot at yo' man, yeah, fuck yo lil' bro Yc on this bitch, yeah, we finna glo Couple racks on me, yeah, we finna go Taknak jumpa lu, borak kosong Lu jerit kat mic, cam anjing gong-gong Lagu kau busuk, jubo lopong Awek kau datang, nak mintak finger Dia moan ah-ah, cam singer I'm like fuck it everyday, my money got bigger Aku buat lagu, diorang gila Naik giler babi Diorang syok sendiri Aku buat lagi Bulu naik, diri Lil' bitch, you not with that team Lil' boy, get stomp with the timbs New bitch, she come from japan Lil' shawty, you know you a ten I do not do no pretend Bitch, I don't even need friends Most of my friendships, they end But I get to the money first I get to the money first I get to the money first I get to the money first I get to the money first I get these drugs bring yo' pain I get these drugs, I get these drugs I get these drugs bring yo' pain Like who you foolin? I got me some bags Poppin' Chanel tags 100k outta the bank I'm sippin that whole lotta' drank I'm sippin a whole lotta' yee Got a bad bitch goin' yee Glockie on me, go yee Play with me, get chopped like a lamb Blicky get stuck in a jam You could get jugged, lil' boy It's 50 for half a gram I get to briefs, I get to the bands I'm in Dubai, lil' bitch, I get with the sands Boy, I'm not the one to play with I turn my GLE to a lil' spaceship Choppa gon' leave you with holes, you need a facelift I got a white boy, he a lil' racist Pu-pu-put a bullet in your spine, boy Not a movie, yo' shit shorter than a vine, boy I just copped a blicky with me, I get sticky with it Bukan barang sulit She wanna get freaky stupid Need a spend about hunnid bands, in this bitch Needa make YC bend over, you know he my bitch Bad bitch in a coupe Nutted on her, over and over Fuckin' that bitch, selimut badan, 'cause aku undercover Watchin me 'cause I got this swag Feelin me 'cause she love to gag Fucked her once, finna call her right back Talk to me when you got them racks You a bitch, lookin' at you, now I'm feelin' sick Fuckin' that bitch from the back real quick While I'm wearing this Rick Aku woke up rasa mad, hoe Opps kau dalam blunt Yeah, we been smoking O's No we don't fuck with that motherfucking hoes Borak macam kau high cc Let a brother know Goddamn, top speed lepas pulas, moto jammed Whole squad kau static, cable cramp Depan aku, tak dengar what you sayin' N-n-now hati keras, cam batu Asal engkau rem, tahu ekzos kau bisu Circle engkau pun petak, so takleh lepak ngan lu Tengok orang motor standard, pastu claim engkau laju? (Yeah) Playing these games like I got a stick I need me some Owens, yea I'm talking 'bout Ricks I'm finna go ball out like muhfuckin' Knicks Too much self respect with these lames, can't mix Keep it a hunnid', can't fake for no shit Ex bitch mad, cause' she know I'm lit New bitch bad, I gave her a kiss Feel like a frat, I can't miss I can't miss, yeah-yeah This my lifestyle, make that money more Make that money flow, yeah Talk about the biggest bird, I'm the biggest eagle, bitch Kick opps to the curb 'cause I know they don't wanna see me rich I can't fuck with hoes 'cause I know I'm gon' end up in the ditch Always keep that knife in front of you We don't know who gon' snitch Play your cards right, there's a joker with a switch Fuck around get blick Cause' Batman ain't gonna save shit, ha! Hide yo' bitch, she nice Hop in the coupe, it's a Benz Skrting 'round and I got all my friends Wore some Fendi, now we settin' trends Yeah Fuck is you talkin' about Fucked on yo' thot while I'm doin' this shit We went hella like rounds Yeah Poppin' a bitch and she hop on my dick, like how I got the bounce We never stop goin' rounds Pussy so wet, I might drown Louis on my feet, can't touch She held on my stick, now she have no doubts Ahhh I'm on a jet and I'm makin' my M's, we can't settle this now Take a hit, we gon' fly, to the sky My diamonds gon' glisten in the night Aimin' down my scope, we seein' sights New Patek that I copped, check the time At the top, I look you down, can't see your eyes You leavin' marks of your lipstick all on my sides Don't switch the plans We gon sip' till its bright Got Henney on my left while yo' bitch is on my right (Do you know how much I make a year? I mean, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to stop going into work? A business big enough that it could be listed On the NASDAQ goes belly up Disappears! It ceases to exist without me No, you clearly don't know who you're talking to So let me clue you in I am not in danger, Skyler, I am the danger!) I got too many opens, I can't even get to it Sit in the back and I'm pouring my medicine I got a bitch and she look just like Addison Look in my eyes and I know that you panickin' Fah, I got drugs all in the trap Fah, I'm with the bitch sippin' Act Fah, Hellcat, you know I don't crash Hellcat, you know I don't crash I'm just gon' run it back do it Like That I got a bitch and she dressed in all black Look in the sky and you seein' the ash How can i get away? Too many throwaways Up in yo' block and I shoot like a fadeaway Now she feelin', yeah, she feelin' them 808s So many getaways This is that Zyekoway Get with it or you get put in a plate away Up in the stu' and I'm pourin' the lemonade (Fah fah fah!)