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locs (us) - cantu lyrics

alright, run it back, run it f+ckin’ back

i ain’t wanna do it but i had to
coming at ya head like some motherf+ckin’ cantu boy
you was supposed to make it but you past due now
you be the last dude doing what you can’t do boy
i ain’t even see it when you crack dude
but i saw you running h+lla fast like a track dude boy
running through to the money call it fast food
get it with my own smoke i don’t wanna match you boy
who the realest in it boy it gotta be him
he wanted to flex they knew it when they spotted the benz
he wanna be next they knew it when he got up again
they wanted to press but he’ll hoppin’ over defense
they wanted to see cause he be hanging out at the beach
the haters be fine its special when they talking to me
i might put a milli on em just to bargain the peace
try to test a motherf+cka watch the bargain increase

got these little rappers in a headlock
put em with the deadstock
hit em with a headshot (boom)
got a little mama and her head hot
so i put it down on the ground that’s a dead spot
try to set me up boy you bet not
trynna catch a case you gone end up wearing red sox
feelin’ h+lla fire like a matchbox really
i’m the sh+t like a motherf+ckin cat box boy

tattoos on her ass bout to walk in the exhibit
i don’t want your love i just wanna come and hit it
flyer than a dove with my n+ggas and we wit it
she gone tell her friends bring em over let’s begin it
i ain’t got the time cause my rolie isn’t finished
diamonds go around it like a rosie boy i’m winning
keep a couple on me like a comma in a sentence
all these n+ggas hating but they momma in attendance

keeping it a hunned got more sleepers than a nap
running to the money in the city doing laps
i ain’t even sweatin’ got my people in the back
i’m the humble one with hunned ones up in the stack

they be talking sh+t but they could never smell the stack
keep my circle small like a cheerio intact
hate when i be dropping but you miss me when i lack
n+ggas at a loss when i step on the mat

be the realest in it you’re a puppet to my game
said you were a savage but you duckin’ in my lane
k!lling n+ggas freely i don’t really feel the pain
call your n+ggas buddies while i call my n+ggas gang

bed size california king like i am
say he taking over like disease cause i am
spread the money out and wave it on me like a fan
haters getting jelly but they play it like a jam
treat me what i’m worth i’m a five star n+gga
i’m the main course you the side bar n+gga
you be in the coupes i’m in fly cars n+gga
you a rated m, i’m a type r n+gga
i ain’t got no limits i don’t even see the stars
claiming that you got it i don’t even see the bars
n+ggas breaking even i don’t even see the pars
walk it like i talk it i don’t even need the cars

back then we was on the pack
high sipping on the hen getting loose feeling mad fly
n+ggas come around trynna clown and i ask why
probably cause i’m round and them n+ggas really down five

pick one on your own size i’m a heavy weight
n+ggas featherweight i blow a hole into ya fate
n+ggas say they real but the real is only fake
n+ggas featherweight i put a hole into ya face, b+tch

peeping out the rear view n+ggas ain’t sh+t
popped off now they wanna get in lane six
these days i don’t wanna share what i get
popped off like adderall now i’m lit

these days i don’t even know what i become
these days i can never tell you where i’m from
these days i be on the freeway giving n+ggas leeway
just to get ahead of em and some

last week i was i was kicking sh+t off for the month
last week i was benihana for the lunch
last week if you thought you had me
i can rest assure that you lying to yourself and you dumb

i be trynna feel what they say but i’m numb
hungry for the bread i just started with a crumb
i just got a check call it nike where i’m from
shoutout to the souls that’ll like me when i’m done

i just put in work need receipts when i’m done
hop on the stage i’m releasing the fun
bad b+tch wanna a get a piece of the funds
back in this b+tch hoping she don’t run

yeah, locs…yuh
king of this sh+t, don’t forget that
yeah

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