Run a fade, throw a punch, why you gotta use a gun?
Actin' like a punk bitch, I'ma have to show you somethin
Yeah, jack in the box, it's a trick If you wind that shit up, I'ma pop out of
It With a gun, bop, bop, hit him all up in his face
Niggas mad as f*ck, we crack his mans like he was a vase
Niggas hate, I'm just tryin' to make a check
Little shawty tryin' to set me up, I heard she want me for the f*ckin' sex
Walk by, and the shorty broke her neck, They worry about where I'm next, I'm worried about my next patek
Must protect, family love and respect
She said, don't put it in the womb, so I put it in her neck
Then had it on her breast, then put the pendant on her chest
GregLamontt up now, nah, we ain't worried about no next
I'm in her playlist, so now, her nigga really, really pressed
I'm breakin' habits and hearts goin', against what I said
I'm runnin' checks, they runnin' from me when I step
Ten toes in these new baguettes, these hoes actin' like we met
Backpackin', smokin' for the stress, but this shit nonetheless
My side hoe comin' over, I delete the text I got this shit up off my chest
You thinkin' you the best, but you cannot contest
Bitch, I go for all of it, I ain't go for less
I'm that nigga, wanna check her, put it on her, chess
Yeah, she keep hittin' my phone, yeah, this bitch a pest
Yeah, this bitch let me hit it right under the dress
And we hit his f*ckin' head while he wore a vest
Bitch, I'm creepin' with a Mack like I'm Mad Max
Bitch, I got her in the trap
Lovely Assault (feat. TK, Dude & XAE) Video (MV)
Performed By: Greglamontt
Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: Joel Berish, Trevon White, Gregory Smith, Zaelin Allen
Greglamontt - Lovely Assault (feat. TK, Dude & XAE) Lyrics
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Run a fade, throw a punch, why you gotta use a gun?
Actin' like a punk bitch, I'ma have to show you somethin
Yeah, jack in the box, it's a trick If you wind that shit up, I'ma pop out of
It With a gun, bop, bop, hit him all up in his face
Niggas mad as f*ck, we crack his mans like he was a vase
Niggas hate, I'm just tryin' to make a check
Little shawty tryin' to set me up, I heard she want me for the f*ckin' sex
Walk by, and the shorty broke her neck, They worry about where I'm next, I'm worried about my next patek
Must protect, family love and respect
She said, don't put it in the womb, so I put it in her neck
Then had it on her breast, then put the pendant on her chest
GregLamontt up now, nah, we ain't worried about no next
I'm in her playlist, so now, her nigga really, really pressed
I'm breakin' habits and hearts goin', against what I said
I'm runnin' checks, they runnin' from me when I step
Ten toes in these new baguettes, these hoes actin' like we met
Backpackin', smokin' for the stress, but this shit nonetheless
My side hoe comin' over, I delete the text I got this shit up off my chest
You thinkin' you the best, but you cannot contest
Bitch, I go for all of it, I ain't go for less
I'm that nigga, wanna check her, put it on her, chess
Yeah, she keep hittin' my phone, yeah, this bitch a pest
Yeah, this bitch let me hit it right under the dress
And we hit his f*ckin' head while he wore a vest
Bitch, I'm creepin' with a Mack like I'm Mad Max
Bitch, I got her in the trap
Actin' like a punk bitch, I'ma have to show you somethin
Yeah, jack in the box, it's a trick If you wind that shit up, I'ma pop out of
It With a gun, bop, bop, hit him all up in his face
Niggas mad as f*ck, we crack his mans like he was a vase
Niggas hate, I'm just tryin' to make a check
Little shawty tryin' to set me up, I heard she want me for the f*ckin' sex
Walk by, and the shorty broke her neck, They worry about where I'm next, I'm worried about my next patek
Must protect, family love and respect
She said, don't put it in the womb, so I put it in her neck
Then had it on her breast, then put the pendant on her chest
GregLamontt up now, nah, we ain't worried about no next
I'm in her playlist, so now, her nigga really, really pressed
I'm breakin' habits and hearts goin', against what I said
I'm runnin' checks, they runnin' from me when I step
Ten toes in these new baguettes, these hoes actin' like we met
Backpackin', smokin' for the stress, but this shit nonetheless
My side hoe comin' over, I delete the text I got this shit up off my chest
You thinkin' you the best, but you cannot contest
Bitch, I go for all of it, I ain't go for less
I'm that nigga, wanna check her, put it on her, chess
Yeah, she keep hittin' my phone, yeah, this bitch a pest
Yeah, this bitch let me hit it right under the dress
And we hit his f*ckin' head while he wore a vest
Bitch, I'm creepin' with a Mack like I'm Mad Max
Bitch, I got her in the trap
Writer: Joel Berish, Trevon White, Gregory Smith, Zaelin Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid