Talibando, YNW Melly, Tee Grizzley - Lurkin lyrics
Tee Grizzley [Terry Sanchez Wallace Jr] Detroit, Michigan, US 🇺🇸
[Talibando, YNW Melly, Tee Grizzley - Lurkin lyrics]
Helluva made this beat, baby what up, VO?
I got five hundred pounds of that gasoline
We compress or mix some shit
That look like fax machines
Drop a nigga from a distance like he Dr king
The type of sleep that boy getting
He ain't gon' have a dream two watches
Still ain't got no time on my schedule
Make the 'caine stretch just like
That bitch off The Incredibles
You rap niggas stay in your lane
That's what you better do
Draco shells turn a nigga
Mattress to a sectional
So many fiends outside the spot
This shit like Chick-Fil-A
You know you pumpin' when your nick
House do a brick a day
We gon' switch up houses after 60K
Never slippin'
In that alley pissin' with the K
Fuck if I'm rich, bitch
We goin' 'til the Hawthorne
In a spaceship with my wrist
Glowin' like a lightsaber, this Star Wars
And you know what we doin', it's beef
We ain't at the half court
When we shooting from deep we out the street
I do this for my brothers, kill or die
Hit the stand and lie
Heard the nigga snitchin'
He won't make it there to testify
In the Bentley truck with my
Nigga Tee on Exit 9
I told him way before this rap
Shit I was doin' fine
I would spin around a thousand
Kit's for like eighty-five
I heard niggas cappin' in they songs
They be tellin' lies
And if it wasn't for this rap shit
They wouldn't have a dime
I thought my nigga out the bakery
'cause he be sellin' pies
Turn the traction off on the 'Cat
And cut the block up
Ain't no limit to this shit
I feel like Silkk the Shocker
Think the opps and the feds teamin' up
They tryna stop us go up top on a nigga
Spread his brains like it's some pasta
That Taliban piece worth twenty thousand
Nigga hated on me, hit the stash
Called his bitch to come and count it
I'm just getting to the money
What's the problem?
Riding 'round with that chopstick
I got a problem
This Florida rapper YNW Melly
Are being held here
At the Broward County jail this morning
In the streets with that
Chopper and I'm lurkin' and my niggas
They ain't snipers but they observing
In a stolo with your bitch
And she keep swerving
'Bout to pistol whip this ho
She acting nervous
Short ass nigga but I'm down to toe tag you
With this tall ass chopper
With an extended mag
Oh, damn, I fucked her with a Magnum
That's your bitch, that's your bitch
But she a thotty
That's your bitch and my clique
And we plottin'
I got my bitch and she spoiled rotten
Y'all fuck boys talk shit, but don't play
'Cause we like to pull up
With hundred round K's
And we like to pull up
And let them bitches go
Oh no, woah, I'm tryna fuck all on her throat
Diamonds wet, no Yachty
But this shit look like a boat
Fuck that, pop that bitch inside her throat
Wait
I got five hundred pounds of that gasoline
We compress or mix some shit
That look like fax machines
Drop a nigga from a distance like he Dr king
The type of sleep that boy getting
He ain't gon' have a dream two watches
Still ain't got no time on my schedule
Make the 'caine stretch just like
That bitch off The Incredibles
You rap niggas stay in your lane
That's what you better do
Draco shells turn a nigga
Mattress to a sectional
So many fiends outside the spot
This shit like Chick-Fil-A
You know you pumpin' when your nick
House do a brick a day
We gon' switch up houses after 60K
Never slippin'
In that alley pissin' with the K
Fuck if I'm rich, bitch
We goin' 'til the Hawthorne
In a spaceship with my wrist
Glowin' like a lightsaber, this Star Wars
And you know what we doin', it's beef
We ain't at the half court
When we shooting from deep we out the street
I do this for my brothers, kill or die
Hit the stand and lie
Heard the nigga snitchin'
He won't make it there to testify
In the Bentley truck with my
Nigga Tee on Exit 9
I told him way before this rap
Shit I was doin' fine
I would spin around a thousand
Kit's for like eighty-five
I heard niggas cappin' in they songs
They be tellin' lies
And if it wasn't for this rap shit
They wouldn't have a dime
I thought my nigga out the bakery
'cause he be sellin' pies
Turn the traction off on the 'Cat
And cut the block up
Ain't no limit to this shit
I feel like Silkk the Shocker
Think the opps and the feds teamin' up
They tryna stop us go up top on a nigga
Spread his brains like it's some pasta
That Taliban piece worth twenty thousand
Nigga hated on me, hit the stash
Called his bitch to come and count it
I'm just getting to the money
What's the problem?
Riding 'round with that chopstick
I got a problem
This Florida rapper YNW Melly
Are being held here
At the Broward County jail this morning
In the streets with that
Chopper and I'm lurkin' and my niggas
They ain't snipers but they observing
In a stolo with your bitch
And she keep swerving
'Bout to pistol whip this ho
She acting nervous
Short ass nigga but I'm down to toe tag you
With this tall ass chopper
With an extended mag
Oh, damn, I fucked her with a Magnum
That's your bitch, that's your bitch
But she a thotty
That's your bitch and my clique
And we plottin'
I got my bitch and she spoiled rotten
Y'all fuck boys talk shit, but don't play
'Cause we like to pull up
With hundred round K's
And we like to pull up
And let them bitches go
Oh no, woah, I'm tryna fuck all on her throat
Diamonds wet, no Yachty
But this shit look like a boat
Fuck that, pop that bitch inside her throat
Wait