Larry June - Goin' Thru Some Shit lyrics
Larry June [Larry Eugene Hendricks] San Francisco, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Larry June - Goin' Thru Some Shit lyrics]
Wake up early in the morning grabbed
My k up out the closet
I got money, I got hoes
All that hating need to stop
In the trap, going hard, what you need
Yeah I got it
When I'm out in NYC I got P's of that sour
Blowing racks, I'm in Sac, you a bitch
I'm a mack, rap niggas stealing swag
Zombie tips in my mag
Designer what I'm smoking, had a drop top
Lil shawty
Know it, drinking on a bitch, buying pussy
Give her everything
Meet me out in Oakland, my price is lower
Chi' with me, God damn, I don't gotta rhyme
I'm the realest nigga in
It you ain't got no money
We just know your song, something
Ain't right, you're doing something wrong
Bitch I've been known
I just came back from Asia
I'm never lying to them
I'd rather flaunt to them, money
Conossour, fuck the constitution, 30 in
The uzi, relaxin I'm just coolin
They wonder how I do it, my
Life like a movie, I wonder will I make it
I'm feeling like I should
I'm going through some shit
Bitch ass nigga, quit calling my phone
I'm going through some shit
And this money, I gotta get it on my own
I'm going through some shit, damn
Fuck the rap game
I'm going through some shit
I'm out here, I gotta get it on my own
I can't lie bitch I'm in a
Daze, trappin' hard all 30 days
The trap sounding
Like a shooting range, m80 and the 12-gague
Pussy nigga you can catch a fade
Purple syrup in my
Lemonade i'm feeling like the
Last nigga left
All my niggas dead out in the field i've been
Trapping since a young nigga, I was livin' in
A motel, mattress smelling like a cigarette
Whoever thought I'd ever make
It here? I never
Witness bricks for the team, 20 bands
And we can get it in
I'm sliding through another nigga
Hood, I gurantee he'll never
Talk again i'll take
Your bitch out to dick and din'
Never ever tell her where
I live, I got her sucking
Sippin' juice and gin
I don't love you bitch we
Only friends she told
Me that she'll never love again
I told the bitch
Yeah I understand compact right above my leg
Fill a pussy nigga up with lead
I'm going through some shit
Bitch ass nigga, quit calling my phone
I'm going through some shit
And this money, I gotta get it on my own
I'm going through some shit, damn
Fuck the rap game
I'm going through some shit
I'm out here, I gotta get it on my own
My k up out the closet
I got money, I got hoes
All that hating need to stop
In the trap, going hard, what you need
Yeah I got it
When I'm out in NYC I got P's of that sour
Blowing racks, I'm in Sac, you a bitch
I'm a mack, rap niggas stealing swag
Zombie tips in my mag
Designer what I'm smoking, had a drop top
Lil shawty
Know it, drinking on a bitch, buying pussy
Give her everything
Meet me out in Oakland, my price is lower
Chi' with me, God damn, I don't gotta rhyme
I'm the realest nigga in
It you ain't got no money
We just know your song, something
Ain't right, you're doing something wrong
Bitch I've been known
I just came back from Asia
I'm never lying to them
I'd rather flaunt to them, money
Conossour, fuck the constitution, 30 in
The uzi, relaxin I'm just coolin
They wonder how I do it, my
Life like a movie, I wonder will I make it
I'm feeling like I should
I'm going through some shit
Bitch ass nigga, quit calling my phone
I'm going through some shit
And this money, I gotta get it on my own
I'm going through some shit, damn
Fuck the rap game
I'm going through some shit
I'm out here, I gotta get it on my own
I can't lie bitch I'm in a
Daze, trappin' hard all 30 days
The trap sounding
Like a shooting range, m80 and the 12-gague
Pussy nigga you can catch a fade
Purple syrup in my
Lemonade i'm feeling like the
Last nigga left
All my niggas dead out in the field i've been
Trapping since a young nigga, I was livin' in
A motel, mattress smelling like a cigarette
Whoever thought I'd ever make
It here? I never
Witness bricks for the team, 20 bands
And we can get it in
I'm sliding through another nigga
Hood, I gurantee he'll never
Talk again i'll take
Your bitch out to dick and din'
Never ever tell her where
I live, I got her sucking
Sippin' juice and gin
I don't love you bitch we
Only friends she told
Me that she'll never love again
I told the bitch
Yeah I understand compact right above my leg
Fill a pussy nigga up with lead
I'm going through some shit
Bitch ass nigga, quit calling my phone
I'm going through some shit
And this money, I gotta get it on my own
I'm going through some shit, damn
Fuck the rap game
I'm going through some shit
I'm out here, I gotta get it on my own