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lil rango & leekflexin – get intune lyrics

(i got my beat it’s from leeky)

[verse 1]
ay (b+tch)
up in the trap goin’ stupid
a lil n+gga try me, i swear i’ll motherf+ckin’ lose it
if i go broke, i’ll rob and go steal and start trappin’
get to it, that n+gga tried pokin’ me
bullets gon’ f+ck his ass up and i’m tellin’ lil bolo to do it
and we up in traffic, smokin’ exotic
lil’ bro in the back he be sippin’ on fluid
and i’m really wit’ the sh+t
pull up on me and i bet you that we can get right up in to it
a n+gga gon’ talk all that sh+t, ain’ gon’ walk on that sh+t
and i bet you they ain’ gon’ up it and shoot it (b+tch)
i know a n+gga, he movin’ them packs
like “oo, he be movin”
and i know a n+gga who’ll set yo’ ass up
and a make yo’ ass look like motherf+ckin’ goofy
and i know a couple of n+ggas who solid
and i know a lot of lul b+tches who choosing
and i know a lot of lul b+tches be lyin’
i f+ck ’em and check ’em likе nike: “just do it”

[refrain]
b+tch tried droppin’ my lo’ like, thе f+ck is you doing
i’ll do that sh+t for you, b+tch, we get in tune
leave out the trap like “the f+ck is you goin'”
i’m tryna stack this money straight to the moon
a n+gga play me and lil bolo, we blowin’
we makin’ it back to the crib real soon
i promise you, none of these glocks we showing
that 30 clip let n+ggas know if they want smoke
i want it too
[verse 2]
smokin’ exotic, its purple or blue
that b+tch jus’ try f+ck me, tried f+ckin’ her too
up in the trap countin’ bands, and i’m doin’ the woo
boy i promise you i wasn’t f+ckin’ wit’ school
only was up in that b+tch tryna double my money
i’m turnin’ one hunnid
them hoes, they got me blew
pop me a xanny or two and i bet that the color is blue
and i get to stackin’ this money like juice
f+ck around, try me, i blow like a fuse
and then after that you gon’ end up on the news
probably get yo’ ass a couple of views
while the police don’t know what the f+ck they gon’ do
you see me in public, don’t walk up too crazy
cause i don’t even know what the f+ck imma do
(look, b+tch)

[bridge]
i don’t even know what the f+ck imma do
i don’t even know who the f+ck imma shoot
’cause its too many opps, them n+ggas be fu
and it’s too many glocks, these b+tches ain’t props
you gon’ see when i aim that b+tch right up, hit you
and i’m not tryna box
i’m on that block with the clip in my socks
and my bullet jus’ went from 11 up to 22
[verse 3]
i got a 7+up
i’m tryna drop me a xanny, but f+ck it i’m poppin’ me two
and i pull up real deep in that foreign, they askin’ me how many turbo
i tell ’em like two
f+ckin’ my b+tches, i like ’em in twos
i only wear forces, don’t wear other shoes
pop out, send me a shot on the block with the opps
i ain’t leavin’ no clues
i swear when i pop out, we be so deep
wit’ the sitchies we actin’ a fool
tellin’ lil bolo that we need to chill, we almost got caught, that sh+t wasn’t cool
and then herbie had told me the block wasn’t hot, so we had to jus’ [?]
i caught a lil n+gga who stealin’, i beat his ass up
all the sudden that sh+t wasn’t cool
and i told they ass? i don’t f+ck wit you lil n+ggas anyway
not to be rude
smokin’ exotic all up in the back of the whip
and i look on the dash, it say 142

[refrain]
that b+tch tried droppin’ my lo’, like, the f+ck is you doing
i’ll do that sh+t for you, b+tch, we get in tune
leave out the trap like tf is you goin’
i’m tryna stack this money straight to the moon
a n+gga play me and lil bolo, we blowin’
we makin’ it back to the crib real soon
i promise you none of these glocks we showin’
that 30 clip let n+ggas know if they want smoke
i want it too
smokin’ exotic, its purple or blue
that b+tch jus’ try f+ck me, tried f+ckin’ her too
up in the trap countin’ bands, and i’m doin’ the woo
and i promise you i wasn’t f+ckin’ wit’ school
nah
aye

- lil rango leekflexin lyrics

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