hoodrich kane & lul hunnid - liplock lyrics
hook –
pull up get out the drop, pull up & out ya top, i jus got me a new glock, pop me ah perc wit the wok, climbin to the top top, ain’t no ones in this guap, ain’t no guns in his spot, this b-tch tryna lip lock
verse 1 –
i had to deal wit a curse jus to see a blessin, got in some trouble jus to learn my lesson, my n-ggas wit me tote illegal weapons, and we tote 30s f-ck a smith & wesson, we bout that action do not do the flexin, think that b-tch mad cause i think she a peasant, smokin that ganja got me feelin pleasant, d-ck in her stomach got her feelin pregnant, open a n-gga head jus like a present, and i meant to say present, collect the money you lent, d-ck in her mouth like a mint, this lil b-tch got me bent, won’t get a penny or cent, smokin on dope gotta scent, she need a uber or lyft, won’t take her home after d-ck, this is not even my b-tch, after i leave she get p-ssed, might throw a tantrum or fit, yeah i spent a bag ona fit, look like a drum when it hit, bet she gone swallow the d-ck, h-lla hollows in this cliip, but lemme switch up the rhyme, lemme hit you one more time, baby girl i don’t time, to be f-ckin & fussing all night, ruger my dawg and it bite, one mistake you see the light, my favorite shoes be the mikes, pure money 4s & they white, i like my b-tches all white, you like yo b-tches ight, i like my b-tches all right, gotta watch out for my life, momma said watch out for vipes, hundred thousand in one night ya dig!
hook 2 –
pull up get out the drop, pull up & out ya top, i jus got me a new glock, pop me ah perc wit the wok, climbin to the top top, ain’t no ones in this guap, ain’t no guns in his spot, this b-tch tryna lip lock
verse 2- old b-tch call my phone, i’m countin guap lemme lone, put the choppa to his dome, this lil b-tch gone lemme bone, ima f-ck her right till she wrong, givency kicks wit the fit, y’all mad cause i’m lit, or y’all mad cause the sh-t, tryna rap boy you won’t fit, tryna jock my style you need to quit, that lil b-tch said she was taken, i say lil b-tch you basic, backwoods i face it, blue hunnid’s i chase it, this d-ck she gone taste it, she off the dope, she off the xans, you was my biggest hater now you my fan, n-gga you wish you could but i can, n-gga i’m all about my bands, b-tch i’m the man f-ck is you sayin, that lil b-tch had on a choker, she was on wet super soaker, n-gga i’m on go like a motor, she ride me roller coaster, louie belt i copped it, ran up a check super sonic, n-ggas want smoke like it’s chronic, learn the wave that’s phoenix, i’m ina mall b-tches lookin, yo main b-tch got tookin, gettin to the guap they bookin, ran up a check & you couldn’t!
hook 3 –
pull up get out the drop, pull up & out ya top, i jus got me a new glock, pop me ah perc wit the wok, climbin to the top top, ain’t no ones in this guap, ain’t no guns in his spot, this b-tch tryna lip lock
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