THL B Lou - claim they want more.

Ay, ay, first day out, givin' everyone they daps, yuh
We don't lack, yeah, we always got our mask up
Dumb niggas run up, yeah, I wouldn't put it past you

Ay, ay, walkin' through town
I'm sippin' codeine with a cola
Smokin' on my pack, that put my homie in a coma
Walk up in the room and you get high off the aroma
Bottles in the room
We don't want no one leavin' sober

Pussy boys want in, then you gotta get your bag up
Brody, bold, he steppin' through the school
Without his mag tucked
The sanity that's in me steady, just don't let it erupt
One wrong move
And to your block, we bringin' all the bad luck

I just can't drink anymore
The room starts to spinnin' and my body gets sore
Get out my way, stupid whore
I'm tryin' to get to blastin'
Cause they claim they want more

Ay, gettin' close, bring them windows down
Let's go paint him red
He lookin' somethin' like a clown
Shots fired off in the middle of the town
Just a hint for you, I was the one that was around

Ay, don't leave a trace, take a rag to the face
Then we hop in the Scat and it's off to the race
Henny with no chase, now I'm feelin' dizzy
But in other words, I'm feelin' great
I had extra money, so I hopped in the Urus
And went and copped another wraith
One body, two body, three bodies drop to the floor
Now you losin' all your faith

Ay, layin' on the floor, yeah, you lookin' so dumb
That's what happens when a goofy try to run
So much bullets flyin'
Neighbors thought it was the sun
Shootin' at the oppies while I'm smokin' on a blunt

Ay, fly through the sky like I'm bout to hit a stunt
Songs like a taser
Yeah, they gonna leave you stunned
One look in my eyes
And you know that I'm the one
Smoked on my chrome
Now you soundin' like you done

Gonna pop my molly, find a gun
Then I'm finna shoot you till you lookin' like a bum
And I always gotta duo ain't no one on one for me
Shakin' now you fallin' to the ground
Your mouth foamy

Ay, ay, walkin' through town
I'm sippin' codeine with a cola
Smokin' on my pack, that put my homie in a coma
Walk up in the room and you get high off the aroma
Bottles in the room
We don't want no one leavin' sober

Pussy boys want in, then you gotta get your bag up
Brody, bold, he steppin' through the school
Without his mag tucked
The sanity that's in me steady, just don't let it erupt
One wrong move
And to your block, we bringin' all the bad luck

I just can't drink anymore
The room starts to spinnin' and my body gets sore
Get out my way, stupid whore
I'm tryin' to get to blastin'
Cause they claim they want more

Green up in my beam, so I'm always on go
Super saiyan Goku when I'm sniffin' on my snow
You know that I ain't folding
Especially if it comes to these hoes, they moldy

And its shout out to T Cuddy
That's my day one homie
If no one gon' slide for me,
He gon' be the one roaming
Creepin' everyday, yeah we tip toein' slowly
You ain't heard my name before
Well soon you finna know me

Everyone sayin' that you pussy,
Now it's really showin
I'm just poppin' percs
And now my hollows really fuckin' glowin
Got the best head of my life
Now my knowledge showin
Twenty bitches at the lake
And claim they all like to go boatin

Hop up on the beat and now I'm goin' so crazy
In the midst of all of this sip on my lean, feelin' lazy
Got the blick stay in my pocket
Like I copied Tom Brady
Heard the goofy's gone
I might just go and fuck on his lady

Written by:
Bryson Lucero

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