lp rambo – no jail lyrics
[hook]
sipping on that lazy, what i’m doing, know i’m blazing
big face diamonds got her raving, think she thought that i was playing
okay huh, i’m just saying you boys rap bout f-cking ladies
left the city still not changing i’m not ben 10 b-tch you crazy
you can beef with lp, you know he’s no tattle-tale
send your -ss to h-ll refuse to get you sent to jail
b-tch i treat these blue strips like a f-cking holy grail
watch so cold wrist pale, my crack flow don’t get stale
[verse one]
tear down the block with the 40, 40 on my hip i shoot it gin0bli
you know i’m 2 4 like kobe, give a n-gga bout 2 4 if he owe me
put a ski mask on my face, bout to leave a n-gga slumped like i’m stokeley
lp without his d-mn og, equivalent to meek mill with no rollie
f-ck your name i call you thot, b-tch i might pull to the spot
f-ck n-gga dead on the spot, young n-gga scr-ping the pot
i put your b-tch in this crop-top, hit a l!ck right out this droptop
no n-gga we can not hotbox, trap in the bando it’s not locked
you a p-ssy we can tell, we some dogs we caught your smell
n-ggas chanting keep it trill but really have no sh-t for real
all these n-ggas for the cloud, back in chi my n-ggas sell
you gone end up expose you better hault with all them tales
[hook]
sipping on that lazy, what i’m doing, know i’m blazing
big face diamonds got her raving, think she thought that i was playing
okay huh, i’m just saying you boys rap bout f-cking ladies
left the city still not changing i’m not ben 10 b-tch you crazy
you can beef with lp, you know he’s no tattle-tale
send your -ss to h-ll refuse to get you sent to jail
b-tch i treat these blue strips like a f-cking holy grail
watch so cold wrist pale, my crack flow don’t get stale
[verse two]
lil’ b-tch i’m not with the feelings, n-gga a fruit how we peel him
bad energy how we k!ll him, drunk and tipsy how we spill him
they told us fetch how we get him, y’all was beefing now you with ’em
i got some bloods and some cripples so try me and they gone name you as the victim
going up in a haze, n-ggas got some p-ssy ways
they’ll tell it to a b-tch, but won’t tell it to your face
n-gga ain’t talking bank, f-ck what he got to say
naw we ain’t got the day, naw we ain’t tryna play
all these n-ggas is some rats, they some rats got rabies
text a n-gga where he at, he said chill i got babies
give a f-ck bout the babies, give a f-ck bout his lady
middle finger to the world, you know this world beyond saving
[hook]
sipping on that lazy, what i’m doing, know i’m blazing
big face diamonds got her raving, think she thought that i was playing
okay huh, i’m just saying you boys rap bout f-cking ladies
left the city still not changing i’m not ben 10 b-tch you crazy
you can beef with lp, you know he’s no tattle-tale
send your -ss to h-ll refuse to get you sent to jail
b-tch i treat these blue strips like a f-cking holy grail
watch so cold wrist pale, my crack flow don’t get stale
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