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Ultra Instinct Video (MV)




Performed By: Lââm
Language: English
Length: 1:59
Written by: Carlos Garvin




Lââm - Ultra Instinct Lyrics




Severin det drop junkies whipin they nose
I walk inna trap told em turn on a stove
Dee nigga green like they came from the grove
U don't got det bag den don't ask for a sho
Young slm to hot nigga run up
Get in my mood It's lit nigga turn up
If he move Wrong then upin my burna
We sizzle the beef like a skillet
Ain't no cap in my rap make em feel it
I was servin the cracc wit the midgets
Fucc the Pussy bitch I want the digits
Swear I had to adapt to the trenches
R.I.P Lilly swear u was the realest
Onna set nigga play imma kill em
I just might skert off the scene a
Double my cup pour a 4 of the lean

Slm I'm really hip I got det sticc on my hip
Nigga run up n get flipped ran off onna plug for a zip
I'm rollin 60s wit the crips
Feeling like swat nigga pull a kicc doe
Feds hit the blocc is jumping out the window
Up wit the glicc n make em do the limbo
Real street nigga turn yah wife to a widow
I'm inna trap nigga smokin white widow
Kiccin shit like a dragon ball hero

I don't really play bout that extra
Dee Nigga know imma juggin finnesser
If det nigga blink imma bless em
Shoot at his fade and leave him onna stretcher
Glocc 43 came wit suppressor
Slide thru his blocc bumpin heat out Lexus
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Severin det drop junkies whipin they nose
I walk inna trap told em turn on a stove
Dee nigga green like they came from the grove
U don't got det bag den don't ask for a sho
Young slm to hot nigga run up
Get in my mood It's lit nigga turn up
If he move Wrong then upin my burna
We sizzle the beef like a skillet
Ain't no cap in my rap make em feel it
I was servin the cracc wit the midgets
Fucc the Pussy bitch I want the digits
Swear I had to adapt to the trenches
R.I.P Lilly swear u was the realest
Onna set nigga play imma kill em
I just might skert off the scene a
Double my cup pour a 4 of the lean

Slm I'm really hip I got det sticc on my hip
Nigga run up n get flipped ran off onna plug for a zip
I'm rollin 60s wit the crips
Feeling like swat nigga pull a kicc doe
Feds hit the blocc is jumping out the window
Up wit the glicc n make em do the limbo
Real street nigga turn yah wife to a widow
I'm inna trap nigga smokin white widow
Kiccin shit like a dragon ball hero

I don't really play bout that extra
Dee Nigga know imma juggin finnesser
If det nigga blink imma bless em
Shoot at his fade and leave him onna stretcher
Glocc 43 came wit suppressor
Slide thru his blocc bumpin heat out Lexus
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Writer: Carlos Garvin
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