LP Rambo, DD Caine - Studio lyrics

[LP Rambo, DD Caine - Studio lyrics]

I'm just sittin' in the studio just
Tryna get to you baby
But these songs too fuckin'
Dope it's gettin'
Hard just tryin' no to blaze it
To tell the truth I'm mostly sippin' on
That vodka doing less of blazin'
Thinkin' of you when I step in this
Booth I'm tryna get to you baby

In the studio with some bottles
Few prescriptions and a couple drinks finna
Down em all til' they hollow, aw yeah
Bitches going full throttle
Bitch it's going full
Throttle all these thotties
Lookin' like models, aw yeah
Mixed Red Bull with some xans
I'm tweakin' and
I'm twitchin' I'm not doing this again
Aw damn tryna lay off of that shit


But fuck it since we
All in here someone pour me up some Hen
Aw yeah shit

I'm just sittin' in the studio just
Tryna get to you baby (This gay ass hook)
But these songs too fuckin'
Dope it's gettin'
Hard just tryin' no to blaze it
To tell the truth I'm mostly sippin' on
That vodka doing less of blazin'
Thinkin' of you when I step in this
Booth I'm tryna get to you baby

I'm just sittin' in the studio
Just tryna smoke my dope, nigga
You thought the hook was gonna make
Me sentimental no it won't, nigga
Dori, what the hell you sent this
Lovey dovey shit for nigga
Ahem, uh, back to rap flow
Straight out the mud I don't know niggas
Goddamn that hook was atrocious
What a ass, I can't even focus
Goin' out like Pac before the old shit
Pull up on the block with that O shit

I'm just sittin' in the studio just
Tryna get to you baby
But these songs too fuckin'
Dope it's gettin'
Hard just tryin' no to blaze it
To tell the truth I'm mostly sippin' on
That vodka doing less of blazin'
Thinkin' of you when I step in this
Booth I'm tryna get to you baby

Dissin' on me, you a fuckin' degenerate
Talkin' bout me
His career will get ended quick
Don't fuck with bitches that's
Bummy and cannot spit
RIch is pussy, not sorry you cannot spit!
Cannibal, I eat opponents no faggot shit
Hulk on these beats 'cause a
Nigga be smashin' shit run up
Your neck's gettin' cut and I'm draggin it
Tossin' your body in baggage and wagons
You say you a savage, we know you a pacifist
Won't shoot them hands or them guns
You ain't clappin' shit
Hope and you pray for your life
What the fuck is this?!
You ain't no G, bitch
You weak and you rattin' shit
Fake G's get no respect, Rambo Gang
So fuck the rest
Fuck the opps, fuck the cops
Testin' me you'll get stabbed, fuck a shot
On the block, never see you where you claim
I go broke, kill your man, take his chain
Try to rob me, take the L
You a stain, clothes get stained
Gloves on, no fingerprints
Question me, plea the fifth
Threaten me but don't pull up
SIp of vodka, roll a blunt couple problems
Smoke 'em all don't give a fuck
Blade tucked, just in case he try to buss
But fuck it

I'm just sittin' in the studio just
Tryna get to you baby
(that's right, that's right)
But these songs too fuckin'
Dope it's gettin'
Hard just tryin' no to blaze it (woowoop)
To tell the truth I'm mostly sippin' on
That vodka doing less of blazin'
Thinkin' of you when I step in this
Booth I'm tryna get to you baby
(And your friend too)

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