Tony Shhnow, 10kDunkin - LIMBO lyrics

Yeah, young nigga, you know I got it (JBand$)
They keep asking me like what RP's
& Plan B's you mean?
I'm just like, shit, it's just
Some' you gotta know
You know what I'm saying? (Hoodrich Keem
Yeah I'm thinking about signing that guy)
Yeah, it ain't really it's all I could
You know what I'm saying?
Ain't no door handles on the
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Hoodrich)

Ain't no door handles on the foreign
I live every day like I ain't
Gon' wake up in the morning
They used to sleep on me
I heard them snoring they used to sleep
I was up 'cause I know where I'm going
The streets called, I keep that fire'
I ain't going some niggas switched
They fucked up and they know it
I hop on the beat, then start flowing
When you hop in the streets
All your opps start blowing
These hoes be choosing, they know we chosen
And we ball like DeMar DeRozan
Racks on me, all these bands I'm holding
Pull it out 'cause my pockets swollen
Pop at a nigga and he get low like limbo
Pull up in that all black, tint on my windows
These niggas 12 for real, Mr winslow
I ain't worried about 'em 'cause
These niggas been hoes

I knew you wouldn't stick if
The funds get low
I ride with that nine 'cause
Niggas ain't ten toes
Still with the same niggas
Tryna stand on our own
Check on me stripper wanna do something
Glock, it hold a fifty if
You niggas wanna prove something
Glock, it hold a fifty, if you play
Then you gon' lose something
I can't fall out about no
Feelings that don't bring money
I stayed down, kept it one hundred
I smell that work, I get on it
You got your hands out but to
Me that don't mean nothing
Can't make time for the
Things that you wanted
Get up off your ass, see it, get on it
Yeah, I'm in that foreign, she wanna get in
Nobody gotta know
They can't see through this tint
I don't like taking L's so
I learned how to win put a nigga in the air
Now he gone with the wind
He said he did this and that, I be like when?
I don't need new friends
You ain't put nothing in
You ain't put nothing in, you get nothing
I'm not trusting, I don't know that nigga
I don't trust him this shit nothing
All these racks ain't nothing
Keep them bands and some sticks
This shit percussion

Ain't no door handles on the foreign
I live every day like I ain't
Gon' wake up in the morning
They used to sleep on me
I heard them snoring they used to sleep
I was up 'cause I know where I'm going
The streets called, I keep that fire'
I ain't going some niggas switched
They fucked up and they know it
I hop on the beat, then start flowing
When you hop in the streets
All your opps start blowing
These hoes be choosing, they know we chosen
And we ball like DeMar DeRozan
Racks on me, all these bands I'm holding
Pull it out 'cause my pockets swollen
Pop at a nigga and he get low like limbo
Pull up in that all black, tint on my windows
These niggas 12 for real, Mr winslow
I ain't worried about 'em 'cause
These niggas been hoes

(Hoodrich bitch, Hoodrich Keem
Yeah I'm thinking about signing that guy)