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(freddy)mellow - loot lyrics

ricky o’s and the rafs (aye)
only smoking straight gas (aye)
riding around in that coupe
tinted window black mask
hitting licks like we hungry
trapping out for the junkies
skrt off with her skirt off, next stop n-gga new country
and we never gonna stop (aye)
pullup in that drop top
smoking boof inside the book
while i’m counting up these knots
ink ya b-tch up like some blots
but i’m trying to run it up
sipping muddy double cups
oh thats wise? i doubled up
(oh thats wise? i doubled up)

[hook]
life getting clearer
start off right from the dealer
im a pittsburgh steeler
keep ya b-tch on lock
cause i might just steal her
and reveal the real her
(and reveal the real her)

[verse 2]
broke n-gga broke your heart, but he can’t even break bread
finessing off these xans
leave you lifted, peter pan
pipe it up, no plumber
that 30 make you dance
knock you off your stance
take you out them stans
either act right or get left
only sipping act, n-gga no tech
hit up yung shy for that red
he selling lines for that bread
off the goop while on loops
everything sealed, everything new
we shipping packs on different routes
we got the mac, and we taking loot
show biz i need that, going to cost you about 3 racks
i don’t need your feedback
shoot my shot and get my re back
lay it up like novak, my life a picture no kodak
and i’m shining like kodak, that 30 got a blow back
30 got a blow back, im like snoop i blow bags
i take a hit, i blow dabs
she’s a dope fiend, where the blow at?
(yah)
where the blow at, all white n-gga you know that
i had the vision, i scope rats
they some old news, some throwbacks

[verse 3]
new news and new racks
flexed up, i do that
all my n-ggas we down packed
f-ck n-ggas? we don’t dap
red beam on his face
rocking acne till he breaks
my b-tch got a birkin
glock on her waist
(glock on her waist)

- freddymellow lyrics

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