Oi, it's Lu$if in that booth
2024 our year, let's get it
You cunts need to pack it up like I pack a billy, haha
Alright let's get it going
F*cked up in the trap
F*cked so I puff off another bud pack
Lungs gonna bust, it's abrupt that I'm whacked
Man this cunt don't give no ucks for the jacks
Whipping these chickens, I'm whipping up with ambition
I'm flipping bud in the kitchen, while I go love on your missus
F*ck I'm not loving I'm living, and I'm still buzzing from sipping
Feel nothing coming, I'm tripping, got buds now cutting and snipping
So listen
Listen up
I got 3 bad bitches with some blunts
My face vanishes after 3 cups
And my managers stacks figures to the top
In the 2 door lamb and she give me slop
I'm on 24 land, and I run the block
I'm in true form, bam, when bro run the glock
I'm not too sure man if he gonna stop
I mean, I was fourteen selling four beans
Had these four fiends needing more like it's morphine
Had the score lead and opposite to that was your team
So I bought green, poured lean and fought the court dreams
On the court, ball 3's and 3's just like I'm Kobe
I whip the four door with diamond keys, you don't know me
I got like 10, need more whores, they trying to blow me
And it's yet again that Lu$if gonna ball so don't phone me
They're all the snakes, yeah they're fake, yeah they're phonies
I been playing games in my brain but that's low key
I don't want fame, I want pay and a smoke please
I can't deal with pain, it rots away at me slowly
So I stay in my ways and lose hope b
Every damn rap that I wrote is a trophy
Smoking on packs to go try and try cope g
I'm hoping your here cause holy f*ck I feel dopey
Love a buzz, f*cked up in the trap
F*cked so I puff off another bud pack
Lungs gonna bust, it's abrupt that I'm whacked
Man this cunt don't give no ucks for the jacks
Whipping these chickens, I'm whipping up with ambition
I'm flipping bud in the kitchen, while I go love on your missus
F*ck I'm not loving I'm living, and I'm still buzzing from sipping
Feel nothing coming, I'm tripping, got buds now cutting and snipping
So listen
I been shooting shots like Scottie, yes I feel like Pippen
I might f*ck your thottie cause a boy been reminiscing
I might catch a body if he envy and he dissing
Then he's tripping, slipping on thin ice, we'll go and take the mission
Get his bitch and get to nicking, saw my drip and she dripping
Saw the shit that I've been spitting, saw I'm rich and I been winning
So I'll pop these 'til I'm pinging, printing cash, yeah I've been sinning
Bringing racks they start appearing from these tracks or raps I'm killing
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Oi, it's Lu$if in that booth
2024 our year, let's get it
You cunts need to pack it up like I pack a billy, haha
Alright let's get it going
F*cked up in the trap
F*cked so I puff off another bud pack
Lungs gonna bust, it's abrupt that I'm whacked
Man this cunt don't give no ucks for the jacks
Whipping these chickens, I'm whipping up with ambition
I'm flipping bud in the kitchen, while I go love on your missus
F*ck I'm not loving I'm living, and I'm still buzzing from sipping
Feel nothing coming, I'm tripping, got buds now cutting and snipping
So listen
Listen up
I got 3 bad bitches with some blunts
My face vanishes after 3 cups
And my managers stacks figures to the top
In the 2 door lamb and she give me slop
I'm on 24 land, and I run the block
I'm in true form, bam, when bro run the glock
I'm not too sure man if he gonna stop
I mean, I was fourteen selling four beans
Had these four fiends needing more like it's morphine
Had the score lead and opposite to that was your team
So I bought green, poured lean and fought the court dreams
On the court, ball 3's and 3's just like I'm Kobe
I whip the four door with diamond keys, you don't know me
I got like 10, need more whores, they trying to blow me
And it's yet again that Lu$if gonna ball so don't phone me
They're all the snakes, yeah they're fake, yeah they're phonies
I been playing games in my brain but that's low key
I don't want fame, I want pay and a smoke please
I can't deal with pain, it rots away at me slowly
So I stay in my ways and lose hope b
Every damn rap that I wrote is a trophy
Smoking on packs to go try and try cope g
I'm hoping your here cause holy f*ck I feel dopey
Love a buzz, f*cked up in the trap
F*cked so I puff off another bud pack
Lungs gonna bust, it's abrupt that I'm whacked
Man this cunt don't give no ucks for the jacks
Whipping these chickens, I'm whipping up with ambition
I'm flipping bud in the kitchen, while I go love on your missus
F*ck I'm not loving I'm living, and I'm still buzzing from sipping
Feel nothing coming, I'm tripping, got buds now cutting and snipping
So listen
I been shooting shots like Scottie, yes I feel like Pippen
I might f*ck your thottie cause a boy been reminiscing
I might catch a body if he envy and he dissing
Then he's tripping, slipping on thin ice, we'll go and take the mission
Get his bitch and get to nicking, saw my drip and she dripping
Saw the shit that I've been spitting, saw I'm rich and I been winning
So I'll pop these 'til I'm pinging, printing cash, yeah I've been sinning
Bringing racks they start appearing from these tracks or raps I'm killing
2024 our year, let's get it
You cunts need to pack it up like I pack a billy, haha
Alright let's get it going
F*cked up in the trap
F*cked so I puff off another bud pack
Lungs gonna bust, it's abrupt that I'm whacked
Man this cunt don't give no ucks for the jacks
Whipping these chickens, I'm whipping up with ambition
I'm flipping bud in the kitchen, while I go love on your missus
F*ck I'm not loving I'm living, and I'm still buzzing from sipping
Feel nothing coming, I'm tripping, got buds now cutting and snipping
So listen
Listen up
I got 3 bad bitches with some blunts
My face vanishes after 3 cups
And my managers stacks figures to the top
In the 2 door lamb and she give me slop
I'm on 24 land, and I run the block
I'm in true form, bam, when bro run the glock
I'm not too sure man if he gonna stop
I mean, I was fourteen selling four beans
Had these four fiends needing more like it's morphine
Had the score lead and opposite to that was your team
So I bought green, poured lean and fought the court dreams
On the court, ball 3's and 3's just like I'm Kobe
I whip the four door with diamond keys, you don't know me
I got like 10, need more whores, they trying to blow me
And it's yet again that Lu$if gonna ball so don't phone me
They're all the snakes, yeah they're fake, yeah they're phonies
I been playing games in my brain but that's low key
I don't want fame, I want pay and a smoke please
I can't deal with pain, it rots away at me slowly
So I stay in my ways and lose hope b
Every damn rap that I wrote is a trophy
Smoking on packs to go try and try cope g
I'm hoping your here cause holy f*ck I feel dopey
Love a buzz, f*cked up in the trap
F*cked so I puff off another bud pack
Lungs gonna bust, it's abrupt that I'm whacked
Man this cunt don't give no ucks for the jacks
Whipping these chickens, I'm whipping up with ambition
I'm flipping bud in the kitchen, while I go love on your missus
F*ck I'm not loving I'm living, and I'm still buzzing from sipping
Feel nothing coming, I'm tripping, got buds now cutting and snipping
So listen
I been shooting shots like Scottie, yes I feel like Pippen
I might f*ck your thottie cause a boy been reminiscing
I might catch a body if he envy and he dissing
Then he's tripping, slipping on thin ice, we'll go and take the mission
Get his bitch and get to nicking, saw my drip and she dripping
Saw the shit that I've been spitting, saw I'm rich and I been winning
So I'll pop these 'til I'm pinging, printing cash, yeah I've been sinning
Bringing racks they start appearing from these tracks or raps I'm killing
Writer: Jackson Power
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid