Lawsy - Live lyrics
[Lawsy - Live lyrics]
I pop a perc, and i feel alive
I shot that boy twice, don't think he alive
I ran up on him, took his shit on live
This bitch wanna fuck, i told her to slide
He sayin he bout it, huh alright
We came in wit drakes, we came in wit nines
Glock 19 shot him in his eye
Glock 19 send him to the sky
And he want the smoke, thats the end of it
Fuck wit these hoes, only for the benefit
Been at yo block, bitch we finna spin in it
Point blank period bitch thats the end of it
And im getting racks bitch, who rich as this?
I fuck yo lil hoe bitch, whos bitch is this?
And im going up hoe
Inna hellcat, pussy im whippin it
Sold him some percs, now he a fiend
Call up he just scored for the lean
I got me a Glock, that bitch gotta beam
Im smoking on gas, my gasoline
And she wanna fuck, fuck witta goat
That lil drako get to wipin his nose
We cleaned up the scene, boy nobody know
We upgraded the whip, cause it was too slow
I got percs, i got xans
And we just shot yo mans
The bullets make em dance
Going up boy, thats the plan
(going up boy thats the plan)
I pop a perc, and i feel alive
I shot that boy twice, don't think he alive
I ran up on him, took his shit on live
This bitch wanna fuck, i told her to slide
He sayin he bout it, huh alright
We came in wit drakes, we came in wit nines
Glock 19 shot him in his eye
Glock 19 send him to the sky
I shot that boy twice, don't think he alive
I ran up on him, took his shit on live
This bitch wanna fuck, i told her to slide
He sayin he bout it, huh alright
We came in wit drakes, we came in wit nines
Glock 19 shot him in his eye
Glock 19 send him to the sky
And he want the smoke, thats the end of it
Fuck wit these hoes, only for the benefit
Been at yo block, bitch we finna spin in it
Point blank period bitch thats the end of it
And im getting racks bitch, who rich as this?
I fuck yo lil hoe bitch, whos bitch is this?
And im going up hoe
Inna hellcat, pussy im whippin it
Sold him some percs, now he a fiend
Call up he just scored for the lean
I got me a Glock, that bitch gotta beam
Im smoking on gas, my gasoline
And she wanna fuck, fuck witta goat
That lil drako get to wipin his nose
We cleaned up the scene, boy nobody know
We upgraded the whip, cause it was too slow
I got percs, i got xans
And we just shot yo mans
The bullets make em dance
Going up boy, thats the plan
(going up boy thats the plan)
I pop a perc, and i feel alive
I shot that boy twice, don't think he alive
I ran up on him, took his shit on live
This bitch wanna fuck, i told her to slide
He sayin he bout it, huh alright
We came in wit drakes, we came in wit nines
Glock 19 shot him in his eye
Glock 19 send him to the sky