Hotboii, BIG30, GMO Stax - Lack Again lyrics
Hotboii [Javarri Latre Walker] Orlando, Florida. U.S.
BIG30 [Rodney Lamont Wright Jr.] Memphis, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Hotboii, BIG30, GMO Stax - Lack Again lyrics]
MIA JAY C free 'em up
I hear you JAY C
It's a couple niggas lack, I pray
Lack again couple bitch niggas still alive
'posed to be dead (Die)
Lot of niggas turnt
Killer that ain't never kill shit
(Niggas hoes)
Better up the chop' and get to
Blowin' like a ceilin' fan (Bop-bop)
Catch a opp and turn it to
A sad day on Instagram
762s hit his ass so fast he
Ain't know he was dead lot of niggas was
But I weren't nervous on my first drill
(Never) take a nigga life from him and
Put that shit in God hands
(It's all in God hands)
Niggas think 'bout gettin' up right now
This shit just the beginning
Niggas think they finna live for long, but
This they last year (They gone)
I can have a million dollars cash
I'm still tryna spin
Shit, I already took a middle finger
Get to smackin' (Still on the same shit)
Nigga ever catch me lackin'
I deserve whatever happen
In the field like we at practice
Stay to clutchin' automatics
Give my opps a round of applause
Soon as we see 'em, get to clappin'
I'm forever gon' get active
I forever be a savage
Nigga play it be a tragedy (Bllrd)
Everywhere I go, I bring that Drac'
He took one to the dome, 762 ate up his face
Niggas don't want no smoke
This shit right here'll get you laced
Police got me mad
And folks put the Eight on a high-speed chase
Yeah, gotta know everything confidential
These hollows, they get hungry
I ain't fed 'em since December
I loaded up my clip and told my Ks
"It's time for dinner"
When I'm in town, I'm with killers
Niggas die tryna spin (Dead)
Bitch, my kush blow (Dead) if he look wrong
Never had no rap for niggas
All the opps get smush-stomped
Got your bitch, with the game
That my lil' ho
He don't think his bitch be fuckin'
Niggas be on though
Quick to pull a fuck nigga card, no joke
I'm a bulldog, I pull up with 44
Yeah, I pulled up with 44
Spin exotic, rental cars whoever want smoke
It's a couple niggas lack, I pray
Lack again couple bitch niggas still alive
'posed to be dead (Die)
Lot of niggas turnt
Killer that ain't never kill shit
(Niggas hoes)
Better up the chop' and get to
Blowin' like a ceilin' fan (Bop-bop)
Catch a opp and turn it to
A sad day on Instagram
762s hit his ass so fast he
Ain't know he was dead lot of niggas was
But I weren't nervous on my first drill
(Never) take a nigga life from him and
Put that shit in God hands
(It's all in God hands)
Better keep your choppa 'cause I
Keep my shit three-seven-five
(Like everyday) this my real life
These niggas actin' like they livin' wild
(With this Drac') trigger finger itchin'
Shoot the switch 'til it's smokin' hot
I can't judge no nigga 'bout his life
I live mines on the edge
Niggas need to shut up, all that talk
Get back and for they mans
Killer wants success, it come down do it
Kill they ass for real
Certified to be slidin' 'round
In the same whip (Certified)
Niggas thought we weren't gon' press no
More since Milla 8 got locked
(Since Milla 8 got locked)
I hear you JAY C
It's a couple niggas lack, I pray
Lack again couple bitch niggas still alive
'posed to be dead (Die)
Lot of niggas turnt
Killer that ain't never kill shit
(Niggas hoes)
Better up the chop' and get to
Blowin' like a ceilin' fan (Bop-bop)
Catch a opp and turn it to
A sad day on Instagram
762s hit his ass so fast he
Ain't know he was dead lot of niggas was
But I weren't nervous on my first drill
(Never) take a nigga life from him and
Put that shit in God hands
(It's all in God hands)
Niggas think 'bout gettin' up right now
This shit just the beginning
Niggas think they finna live for long, but
This they last year (They gone)
I can have a million dollars cash
I'm still tryna spin
Shit, I already took a middle finger
Get to smackin' (Still on the same shit)
Nigga ever catch me lackin'
I deserve whatever happen
In the field like we at practice
Stay to clutchin' automatics
Give my opps a round of applause
Soon as we see 'em, get to clappin'
I'm forever gon' get active
I forever be a savage
Nigga play it be a tragedy (Bllrd)
Everywhere I go, I bring that Drac'
He took one to the dome, 762 ate up his face
Niggas don't want no smoke
This shit right here'll get you laced
Police got me mad
And folks put the Eight on a high-speed chase
Yeah, gotta know everything confidential
These hollows, they get hungry
I ain't fed 'em since December
I loaded up my clip and told my Ks
"It's time for dinner"
When I'm in town, I'm with killers
Niggas die tryna spin (Dead)
Bitch, my kush blow (Dead) if he look wrong
Never had no rap for niggas
All the opps get smush-stomped
Got your bitch, with the game
That my lil' ho
He don't think his bitch be fuckin'
Niggas be on though
Quick to pull a fuck nigga card, no joke
I'm a bulldog, I pull up with 44
Yeah, I pulled up with 44
Spin exotic, rental cars whoever want smoke
It's a couple niggas lack, I pray
Lack again couple bitch niggas still alive
'posed to be dead (Die)
Lot of niggas turnt
Killer that ain't never kill shit
(Niggas hoes)
Better up the chop' and get to
Blowin' like a ceilin' fan (Bop-bop)
Catch a opp and turn it to
A sad day on Instagram
762s hit his ass so fast he
Ain't know he was dead lot of niggas was
But I weren't nervous on my first drill
(Never) take a nigga life from him and
Put that shit in God hands
(It's all in God hands)
Better keep your choppa 'cause I
Keep my shit three-seven-five
(Like everyday) this my real life
These niggas actin' like they livin' wild
(With this Drac') trigger finger itchin'
Shoot the switch 'til it's smokin' hot
I can't judge no nigga 'bout his life
I live mines on the edge
Niggas need to shut up, all that talk
Get back and for they mans
Killer wants success, it come down do it
Kill they ass for real
Certified to be slidin' 'round
In the same whip (Certified)
Niggas thought we weren't gon' press no
More since Milla 8 got locked
(Since Milla 8 got locked)