LuhCamoo - 23,000° Lyrics

Huh, LuhCam in this bitch
You know this the freestyle takeover
23,000 degrees
Okay, look at these diamonds on my watch, I bezel Frank Muller
All these bars hit you on the head, might give you tumors
I shine up in the dark, they say I'm f*ckin' up the lunar
If I knew I was this hard, I would've rapped sooner
I been hopped off the porch, you niggas late bloomers
Tell her back that ass on me you know I love the spoon her
Yeah, that's my bitch, I just don't care about the rumors
I ain't never go to college, Oklahoma Sooners
I keep her comin' sooner than sooner
I can't f*ck the bitch, if her pussy smell like some tuna
You know I ride with the Ruger, I keep my hand on the nine
One thing I hate the most, a bitch wastin' my time
I feel like in my mind, I'm really in my prime
So don't bring your ass around if you ain't tryna stay down
This ain't no f*ckin' playground,
I put the city on my back like I'm rockin' spray ground
Makin' music like it's crack in a heart of H-Town
Alief made, tryna get paid
Off these words that I'm spittin' out my f*ckin' face
I can't race the beat a nigga jog to first place
I can't race the beat, you niggas really be second place
Last lane, fast lane, a nigga need that cash mane
I might just grow some weed, cause a nigga need them cash canes
Man, I feel like 21, I'd slaughter your daughter
F*ck you mad at me, folk, we could fade like a barber
These niggas peanuts for real, George Washington Carver
It feel like every song I make, I keep gettin' harder and harder
Wait pause nigga,
Aye, bring that hoe back
It feel like every song I make, I keep gettin' harder and harder
I'm just competing with myself, I feel like Roger and Roger
I keep hittin' home runs like an L.A. Dodger
I'm gettin' so much paper, need a new Dodge Charger
I'm talkin' SRT thang, red-eye key, I ain't got no key ring
I been gettin' paper, niggas can't even see frank
Tell that bitch Febreze, cause she know that she stank
Mix the Wock with red, I'm gettin' lost in this cup, mane
I feel like Mulsanne , change lanes
Yeah, you know LuhCam switchin' up the game,
I'll never join the chain gang
Let my f*ckin' chain swang, niggas come around
And they know that can't even hang
I'll never let a nigga send me off in the gang
Catch me standin' in the rain, gotta talk about my pain
I ain't never f*ck with niggas, always thought you niggas was lame
So don't speak up on my name, we could shoot or we could box
Nigga, all you gotta do is send LuhCam the f*ckin' drop
And I swear I'm pullin' up, you ain't gotta worry about that
Just worry about gettin' off your ass when I put you on your back
And if your head touch that ground, just know that bitch is gettin' cracked
I'll stomp up on your shit like I'm jumpin' on the mat
Trampoline, basketball, just know that you ain't bouncin' back
I'll turn your ass to Meek Mill, back the f*ckin' wack
Shooting shot up out this Draco, back to f*ckin' back
If you ain't f*ckin' with my money, I don't care if yo' ass lack
I'm tryna flip all these packs, I been runnin' up my sack
And if I need some extra cash, I might as well Doordash
Got these little whores mad that I went and copped a girl
Man, they ass really mad, I'm tryna show your ass the world
Yeah, she really call me daddy like her first name is Pearl
Let a munch up on my shit like a ice cream swirl
Got this money every day while I'm feelin' on her cake
I just sparked a Trey five, now she swear she gettin' baked
She tryna ride me on my face, I call it FaceTime
Now I'm pullin' on her lace while she face-down
Then I told her ass to turn around, I'm finna take it slow
Gotta grab her by the chin, cause she tryna drive the boat
I been drownin' in her shit, but I'm tryna stay afloat
I been drownin' in her shit, I'm just tryna stay afloat
You know what the f*ck goin' on, nigga
You know what the f*ck I'm talkin' bout
Shit, nigga
Runnin' shit every time, nigga
F*ck you mean