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yung akuno - lazy eye lyrics

[intro: $louchgod, yung akuno, & lil trev]
swan gang
the stick, who has it?
pass, trevor, the stick
suck my d+ck

[hook 1: $louchgod]
lazy eye
you can’t see me, then b+tch step aside
come clean, ain’t got nothing to hide
you a p+ssy, got nine lives
not me though, b+tch i’m dead inside
invisible, frozen, petrified
grotesque creations can’t escape my mind
a twisted portrait that i live inside
the future wraps in from inside my mind
expand my brain, expand my mind’s eye
every day i hope that i’ll be fine
every day i hope that i’ll be finе

[verse 1: lil trev]
this sh+t fye
get ready to diе
get the backwoods
ride through the hoods
get a bag of goods
f+ck fake sh+t
not gonna take it
hope me and my homies make it
not faking get back to taking
f+ck you if you hating
ima worship satan
my cum ya girl ate it
listen to what i’m stating
don’t get my sh+t mistaken
f+ck all that fake sh+t
yung akuno and sh+ggy
we not bragging
your sh+t we not having
your body we dragging
our pants ain’t sagging
f+ck all of you f+ggots
we ain’t hacking
we ain’t gonna be backing out
f+ck the clout
f+ck you if you doubt
this what we about
stop running your mouth
yo b+tch went down south
my d+ck flopped out
f+cked her on the couch
my trees always loud
stop tryna cloud around
f+ck it dawg i’m out
let my homie show what he about
[verse 2: yung akuno]
man f+ck all these dawgs, send them all to peta
leave ’em dead on the ground, the position fetal
f+ck your b+tch in the pound, my d+ck hard like beetle
what?
my d+ck hard like beetle
tell ’em get the needles to inject the lethal
b+tch i might be spic but i’m not illegal
wear that gold on my neck cuz i’m f+cking regal
my whole squad been evil like we born medieval
the k!llers are back and we in the cathedral
$louchgod in the back blowing clouds of the diesel
trevor bringing hannah b back for the sequel
now give me a reason why i should believe you
the lies that you telling, got you figured out
you thought we believe it? i thought i was brown
i can see right through the fake and the cap
god blessed me with keeping it g when i rap like

[hook 2: $louchgod]
slouch back
you know i’m smoking on that gas pack
just to deal with when you turned your back
left me to rot, well you know that’s that
this ain’t grade school, man, there’s no takebacks
take back that sh+t, wait, did i say that? huh?
you talking sh+t, man, we don’t play that
don’t f+ck with beef, h+ll no, that sh+t’s ass
we getting bread and smoking loud grass
here with my squad spitting some dumb raps, yuh
every day i hope that i’ll be fine
every day i hope that i’ll be fine
every day i hope that i’ll be fine
[verse 3: yung akuno]
every day i wait, i
hope for some sh+t that is way out
hunting for miracles, aim with the laser
rayquaza on the radar
lazy eye
if you can’t see me then step aside
coming in hotter than susano’o
abuse my power ’til i can’t no more, hah
f+ck all these thots, burn the bridges
f+ck up your momentum, i leave it with stitches
bending fate to my will, universal peril
how i say is how it happen, correcto
ain’t no reason to believe it
that i can ever be beaten
got my dawgs and my demons
what i seen, can’t unsee it
vending seasons like i control the elements
irrelevant how for the clout you stay twerking it
tell me why i would ever bend myself so low to the ground like a muslim that’s worshipping
when i can hold myself up to my standards and still have success plus respect on a platter
i’m burning your heads, now watch out, the pyre at your town leave ’em dead
y’all got me upset
enough said, i don’t gotta speak
just one look from me got you shaking at your feet
apostrophe
shorten your life like the wait at the applebee’s
the waitress in misery
and possibly i’ll get crowned as a king, just wait and see
if there’s no grind there’s no shine
you won’t get it when you look so lazily
i can pantomime these words the way i see the signs
that it’s show time
my whole time enroll my veneration like a porsche ride
generation so lost, without sauce, nintendo corrupt file
no remorse, i endorse pride, like simba i chose life
d+mn
f+ck the ops f+ck the haters
hit a l!ck in oakland like the muhf+ckin raiders
walk up in the restaurant i got twenty f+ckin waiters
cartography sh+t on the payroll
and they all on my d+ck, i tell ’em watch the plates tho
rock harder than santana, i be yelling rip fredo
me and fam running sh+t in the h, worldwide, got the mu’f+cking pesos
you a lame, you a opp, you a rapist
no control of your promiscuity like the f+gs in 1d, got no bottom or top
broken carcass, back to the shop
restoring real sh+t like a mosquito from resin
and my zeal impressing, got them undressing
caressing endless ideas, pressing for lessons
i’m testing iridescent fashion, fluorescent
your sentiment unpleasant
my behavior raising questions like livestock by a peasant
i have a present for you
huh, what?
said, i have a present for you
see me flip my finger when im coming through ahhhh
[verse 4: lil trev]
we gonna ride through
we the illest crew
we the realest, dude
if you talk sh+t f+ck you
watch what we finna do
we won’t ever lose
we don’t take ls
all our sh+t sells
know a lotta sh+t but no one tells
do sh+t ourselves, no one helps
we snapping never capping
you talkin we sitting laughing
got the traumatizing trio rapping
we steady, f+ck how you was actin
nothing you gotta say even matter
you just gonna end up getting wacker
speak if you wanna be scr+pping
none of us need to be strapping
common sense you seem to be lacking
imma cracker so let’s get it cracking
we finna be attacker
all you doing is slacking
you ain’t a rapper just an actor
you not a gangster just a slacker
we the illest my homies the realest
we don’t pretend to be k!llers
ain’t none of you dumbasses feel us
don’t need to hang around a bunch of dealers
you just sit back and judge
but dawg we won’t budge
k!ll you n+ggas for lunch
we don’t shoot we punch
we don’t snitch, we ain’t never switched
we don’t hit l!cks
we don’t hit chicks
chris brown b+tch
y’all suck d+cks
every f+ck n+gga dips
we don’t empty clips
every fake n+gga i know slips
almost every b+tch i know trips
pass that pen let me get a few hits
f+ck it don’t f+ck with us b+tch

[outro: lil trev]
that sh+t… we trippin’ trippin’

- yung akuno lyrics

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