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lil al & laylow b - fantastic 4 lyrics

[intro: lil al]
d+mn
what up, ri? (reuel, stop playin’ with these n+ggas)
ayy (what up, b?)
yeah (lil al)

[verse 1: lil al]
when i touch down, i get the bag and go mia
always keep a strap on my hip, don’t get in my way
hit her from the back ’cause she got ass and grip on her waist
b+tch, i keep a stack, my heart on ice, i feel just like rod wave
this b+tch a trick, she wanna have my babies
give her perc’ d+ck, the type of sh+t’ll make a b+tch go crazy
she ain’t worth it, i’ll have my n+ggas try to come and save me
from this birkin, this b+tch really tryna have my payments
woo, d+mn, that’s my energy
pop a n+gga in his head for talkin’, ain’t no sympathy
but really, that’s the adhd, it’s not the really mе
if you want the smoke, then closе your eyes before and picture me
you better think twice, ’cause i don’t think you want it
these n+ggas say they always get money, but they don’t be on sh+t
ain’t gotta lie, my n+ggas know what’s up, they tell me keep goin’
ain’t gotta keep no stylist on me, i’m my own rick owen
stabbin’ off and slide in the scat like this b+tch stolen
been grindin’ every day of my life, i gotta get noticed
these n+ggas d+ck suck, don’t wanna be there when you at your lowest
talkin’ all that sh+t about n+ggas, don’t know your b+tch foldin’
[verse 2: laylow b]
like for real, these n+ggas really in the way, though
all these n+ggas soft, get to foldin’ like play+doh
it’s the truth, n+ggas only talkin’ tough in the booth
call my n+gga al, he got that— and he gon’ shoot
n+ggas out here crippin’, poppin’ fours like fantastic
n+ggas strapped and we swingin’ with them poles like gymnastics
they’ll do anything, tryna make the news like scholastic
take a n+gga sh+t, act like i don’t know, then be dramatic
what you tryna do? i’ll pop you and your mans
if you feel like goku with your whole crew, then go super saiyan
captain save+a+ho, n+gga, you ain’t superman
my n+ggas feelin’ special with the money, we got stupid bands
can’t hear what n+ggas sayin’, i don’t speak they language
n+gga switch up, might f+ck around and hit his main b+tch
don’t give up, goin’ on the gas and i’ma lane switch
your n+ggas bangin’ both sides, you gon’ let ’em gang switch?
yeah, you won’t catch my n+ggas doin’ that
stomp a n+gga head in, leave his brain flat
my n+ggas driftin’ back+to+back, you in the same scat
n+ggas out here f+ckin’ dirty hoes like why you claim that?

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
this ain’t a park, but i’ll slide and swing two k’s
i been pourin’ eight, eight, eight, eights the last two days
i just middlemanned three ‘bows and made 2k
cuban link choker for my b+tch, 22k
just jumped off the plane, hundred ‘bows in the suitcase
n+ggas wearin’ fake b22s, how much your shoes weigh?
alright, it’s a new day
i got fifty racks on me right now, the blue way
listen, you can die now or later, it go two ways
lining n+ggas up with the nine, you want a new fade?
ain’t have no gun, i beat his ass and choked him out with my shoelace
if a n+gga try the gang, then i’ma bleed him like blueface
[verse 4: peezy]
i was last spotted by tmz in a new wraith
i went out of town without permission, caught a new case
twenty+five hundred for my kicks, don’t tie the shoelace
thirty+five hundred for a pint of wock’, no, this ain’t kool+aid
they said, “he ain’t gettin’ money,” i said, “who ain’t?”
got so many racks in boa, i need a new bank
two+tone audemars piguet, that b+tch two+faced
drunk a whole pint in one day and caught a toothache
ask around, i been a street n+gga my whole life
since i got money, i don’t wear the same clothes twice
met a bad b+tch, she wanna stay with me the whole night
but she can’t come with me unless she payin’ for her own flight

[verse 5: lil al]
need the ‘bow, i’m gon’ tax you
if you not my mans, don’t come at me
got a freaky b+tch, she gon’ f+ck when i tell her, she just nasty
better talk the bag or don’t ask me
i’ll stretch a n+gga, i ain’t talkin’ laffy taffy

[verse 6: laylow b]
i’ll get sh+t movin’ without movin’, telekinesis (get it gone)
you can say you love me, without trust, it don’t mean sh+t
if i cause a mess, i don’t stress, i just clean sh+t
you know my shot is green the way i jump and release it

- lil al laylow b lyrics

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