li rye - uzi flow lyrics
[intro]
(sh+ttincari)
[verse]
that money, i need it
all my b+tches hate me, i’m conceited
b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck if you leavin’
he a lawyer, i k!ll him for treason
k!lled a b+tch and it wasn’t even no reason
kicked the b+tch out my house, i ain’t with all that teasin’
put my d+ck in her mouth, the lil’ b+tch was too easy
when at war with the feds, your money, they freeze it
i’ll die for the gang, hear that name and i’m bleedin’
i’ll up it and bang, tryna leave him leakin’
get clean with my glock, switch it out every season
some my n+ggas be scammin’, thеy be f+ckin’ with pieces
if shе bad, i might eat the b+tch out like a reese’s
i’m a god on the earth, so they treat me like jesus
i know n+ggas move more bricks than jeezy
i don’t like to write, this sh+t come off the heezy
on the perc’, i’m li rye, on the bean, i’m li reezy
i don’t got a flow, don’t compare me to sleazy
i be ready to go, tryna leave sh+t bleedin’, uh
i never snitched on a n+gga
i never told on a n+gga, uh
i up a roll on a n+gga, uh
you call the folks on a n+gga, uh
i’m tryna roll up a n+gga, uh
you know i’m the six+four, try not to throw up, lil’ n+gga
when he die, once i quit, i go pour up the n+gga
up the fire, leave him dead and record the n+gga
might go spin on the opps ’cause i’m bored, lil’ n+gga
tell her i wanna f+ck, i’m straightforward, lil’ n+gga
they behind, need to up on the score, lil’ n+gga
‘member i used to slide in a ford, lil’ n+gga
i ain’t tuckin’ my gun, i’ma show it, lil’ n+gga
i won’t back down from nothin’, i’ma blow it, lil’ n+gga
get that sack, run it back, i’ma score, lil’ n+gga
still remember them days i was poor, lil’ n+gga
bad b+tch, but she cannot afford a n+gga
pockets bumpin’ like they on steroids, lil’ n+gga
ain’t no work just to die by the sword, lil’ n+gga
they know i’m hard to beat like the warriors, n+gga
they ain’t never outside, they avoidin’ a n+gga
get so high, i feel like i be soarin’, lil’ n+gga
been a gangster since the day i was born, lil’ n+gga
chase him down, where the f+ck is you goin’, lil’ n+gga?
bet this glock f+ck around like a p+rn, lil’ n+gga
your b+tch bad, when i f+ck, i’m recordin’ her, n+gga
i be sendin’ my opps to the coroner, n+gga
‘member sellin’ that weed on the corner, n+gga
set me up, she know i’m blowin’ up, n+gga
how the f+ck you want beef? i got over six figures
how the f+ck you want beef? i got over six k!llers
no tbg, i be ridin’ with gorillas
i put that heat on ’em quick like a triller
i make it rain, you don’t do sh+t but drizzle
you know i’m with the clan like i’m bic fizzle
can’t n0body say that li rye ran from a n+gga
pick a side ‘fore you die, malcom in the middle
if that bentley with me, you know that i’m a dealer
since i signed me a deal, you beggin’ for a picture
you know i keep it real, so what the f+ck is the issue?
claim he a gangster, he softer than tissue
this .308 blackout be shootin’ out missiles
i be pullin’ the racks out to stunt on these n+ggas
say i blew her lil’ back out, she lovin’ a n+gga
droppin’ back just to f+ck me a n+gga
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