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lnf stacks – lz up lyrics

huh
boaw(m2k)
gang
(suck my d+ck)

lz up
i told my brother to go pick them sh+llz up
he said if they come just go put that bail up
what they gon tell us?(what they gon tell us? like)
if you not tryna drill shut the h+ll up(shut up)
i ain’t the loc but they know we gon sail up
double 9 grab the wheel he won’t fail us
push on the gas, if the cops try to trail us
f+ck all the opps get your bread up, promise my brothers to win so you know i can’t let up (i can’t)
smoke a opp we done turned him to pressure, free all the guyz im still writing them letters (facts)
in the field, gotta walk with my head up, dont got your pole, then you might just get wet up (on gang)
top opp, these n+ggas be fessed up, f+ck with the opps & i might get you setup
n+ggas ain’t really on nothing, n+ggas just get on the net and be bluffin
they moving dusty until we start dumping, yeah we gon’ dust em (yeah we gon dust em like)
when i scream out lz up, they be runnin, dot on his head yeah he thought he could duck it (like what)
& they way that i feel its like f+ck it, dont come around i shoot uncles & cousin’s (thats facts)
bet’ not get caught up in traffic
i know the opps they can’t wait till im lacking (they can’t)
this time around ima up it and blast it, f+ck all this rappin (like f+ck it)
dont hang out, like you dont know what happen, i get the throwing, like im playing madden
oh its lit? he get dumped like he ashes, every y shot, dont get put in a casket (every y shot!)
n+ggas get shot being mixy, love all my olah’s but f+ck with my crippy’s (ayocig)
they know my body might shoot out the renty, p+ssy come get me (p+ssy come get me like)
shoot at me and you better not miss me (nah)
big lnf they know we run the city (lz up)
oh he gunnin? that n+gga a bixty, still busting ue’s like its still 2020 (gang)
can’t name a n+gga who made me, shots gon be fired if he think he gon play me
she did the bro & she wanna be my lady, b+tch is you crazy(b+tch is you crazy like)
i get high like the fiends in the 80’s (dopeee)
e712 yeah that sh+t got me lazy
ima addict just telling you baby, i told her to beat it & now that b+tch hate me(thats facts)
n+ggas be moving too shady
said they gon k!ll me but none of that faze me(like what)
don’t try to run up i’m walking with amy, thats on a daily(thats on a daily like)
ain’t bout money, its f+ck you pay me, catch me a zoe, i ain’t talking bout haiti(nah)
up in traffic i’m throwing like brady, it is what it is cus the judge tryna slay me
score then we shoot at the witness, f+ck all this rapping i’m still in the trenches (facts)
n+ggas get hit up & turn into snitches, n+ggas be b+tches (n+ggas be b+tches like)
spin the gz & we hopping them fences (gang)
screaming lz up so they know that we did it (lz up)
better ask b+tch they know we the realist, every y shot we the real opposition (every y shot!)
n+ggas dont really be with it, man get the f+ck out the whip if you ain’t with the drilling (get out)
off a pill, man you don’t know the feeling, im nodding & scratching, still itchin’ to k!ll him (facts)
they gon act but they know that we hit him, try to spin us & they know we gon spin em
brody spinning you know that im with him, i back out my ratchet you know ima clip him

- lnf stacks lyrics

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