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LAC KAP - Lil Moe Lyrics



LAC KAP - Lil Moe Lyrics




Ayy, what the f*ck wrong with these folks, man
Ayy, these niggas trippin
Ayy, they act like I ain't got the motherf*ckin' sauce
Like Milo's round this bitch

Coupe cost extra, but this watch it was a lil' moe
Trap doin' numbers, I think it can do a lil' moe
Wanna send them boys at you're doe but that's a lil' scoe
And wish I would f*ck with you f*ck niggas and you lil' hoes

Got packs out for delivery, you think that we was dominoes
Play with us, you trippin watch em fall
Just like Geronimo, she on me
I don't want your hoe, be cool before we up the scoe

Still go to my hood where I used to trap and post up at the stoe

Real hood nigga, I got street nigga ties
If I say I'm on my way, no, that's a street nigga lie
I know niggas coppin' bows and niggas sellin' whole pies

Every time they make a play, feel like they life be on the line
But thats what come with it, you can't be no trapper
At the same time, be no dumb
Nigga, know trappers who got racks

When you see'em they look like bums nigga
Pull up at big boys, ain't nothin' change as I can see
Went through so many names this bitch used to be Mr. Lee
Tryna part ways with that life, but my heart still in these streets

Can't say I ain't cut up, I was frontline when it was beef
B-L-O-C-K-B-O-I, what we scream when we would meet
Used to chill all in the hood, but was thuggin' on Church Street
Coupe cost extra, but this watch it was a lil' moe

Trap doin' numbers, I think it can do a lil' moe
Wanna send them boys at your doe, but that's a lil' score
And wish I would f*ck with you, f*ck niggas and you lil' hoes
Got packs out for delivery, you'd think that we was dominoes

Play with us, you trippin watch em fall just like Geronimo
She on me, I don't want your hoe, be cool before we up the score
Still go to my hood where I used to trap and post up at the store

Packs get shipped through the neighborhood daily
Don't care about how you feel, yeah, it's f*ck you pay me
Pull up and drop the top, the kids, think the car robotic
Said it transformed, bout to hold my nuts on y'all
But this Really to keep my hands warm
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Ayy, what the f*ck wrong with these folks, man
Ayy, these niggas trippin
Ayy, they act like I ain't got the motherf*ckin' sauce
Like Milo's round this bitch

Coupe cost extra, but this watch it was a lil' moe
Trap doin' numbers, I think it can do a lil' moe
Wanna send them boys at you're doe but that's a lil' scoe
And wish I would f*ck with you f*ck niggas and you lil' hoes

Got packs out for delivery, you think that we was dominoes
Play with us, you trippin watch em fall
Just like Geronimo, she on me
I don't want your hoe, be cool before we up the scoe

Still go to my hood where I used to trap and post up at the stoe

Real hood nigga, I got street nigga ties
If I say I'm on my way, no, that's a street nigga lie
I know niggas coppin' bows and niggas sellin' whole pies

Every time they make a play, feel like they life be on the line
But thats what come with it, you can't be no trapper
At the same time, be no dumb
Nigga, know trappers who got racks

When you see'em they look like bums nigga
Pull up at big boys, ain't nothin' change as I can see
Went through so many names this bitch used to be Mr. Lee
Tryna part ways with that life, but my heart still in these streets

Can't say I ain't cut up, I was frontline when it was beef
B-L-O-C-K-B-O-I, what we scream when we would meet
Used to chill all in the hood, but was thuggin' on Church Street
Coupe cost extra, but this watch it was a lil' moe

Trap doin' numbers, I think it can do a lil' moe
Wanna send them boys at your doe, but that's a lil' score
And wish I would f*ck with you, f*ck niggas and you lil' hoes
Got packs out for delivery, you'd think that we was dominoes

Play with us, you trippin watch em fall just like Geronimo
She on me, I don't want your hoe, be cool before we up the score
Still go to my hood where I used to trap and post up at the store

Packs get shipped through the neighborhood daily
Don't care about how you feel, yeah, it's f*ck you pay me
Pull up and drop the top, the kids, think the car robotic
Said it transformed, bout to hold my nuts on y'all
But this Really to keep my hands warm
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Writer: Kelvin Pullom
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Performed By: LAC KAP
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Kelvin Pullom

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