LSP 2 Remake Lyrics

Gun might as well be decor the way I'm steady toting it

Shop at Fendi and Balenci and my budget stay in hundreds

Bitch pussy weak, shit I barely even nutted

My wrists so wet, Imma leave that block flooded

Nigga wanna scrap I'm chris brown, I say run it

Up a glocky on a pussy, bitch i been there and done it

This aint a full track lil bitch, this a sonnet

Call that nigga Stevie Wonder cause I hit him in his socket

I don't wanna listen to his shit, all he say is cap

Pussy wanna talk, Imma hit him with my fucking strap

I had pulled a glocky on him, I'll have that nigga running laps

Put two shots in him, hit his neck, then I hit his back

Put two shots in him, hit his neck, then I hit his back

Run it back, Now a nigga gotta go rewind the track

Fuck nigga wanna play with us he get his head gone

Rocking Rockstar, with the J's like my name Shawn

You put a Four up in yo wock? Boy you dead wrong

Bitch you finna suck, why the fuck you got yo hands on?

Blow a nigga ear off, like he had some headphones

Nigga touching me, the draco finna get his dance on

Yeah, Aye, and I'm recording with my buffs on

Rap 'bout killing niggas, bitch this aint no damn love song

Ready or not, The draco just like Lauryn Hill

Opposition popped my mans, Spin back, How it feel

Low on wock, Low on Wock, Bitch I need a Refill

When I pop he pray to god like his name Steve Hill

I just hit in his whip, then I emptied out the clip

Then I caught him in the alley nigga know we gotta dip

I then, I then shot him in his legs hit hip a flip

Caught him on the sidewalk, Pulled out the blick

Side Talking me, That pussy nigga thought that he was slick

Had that nigga standing still, Like a Mannequin

I ain't Rae Sremmurd cause I like my women Mexican

Pull up to yo block, Do a Drive-By

These bullets would connect to you, like wifi

Imma track yo pussy ass like I'm using Find My