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LSD Video (MV)




Performed By: Yung Thicc Boi
Length: 2:18
Written by: Jake Perry, Will Hunter




Yung Thicc Boi - LSD Lyrics
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Ayy I pull up f*ck a thot
Got a fat naut
Cause I sell a ton of rocks
Ayy I got them Gucci socks
Stuntin on the block
Rifle got the bump stock
Throw a body off the docks
Shouldn't have kept talkin'
Hangin with the fyccs
Drop some good shit
Yung I never quit
Flix n chill wit ya bitch
She finna suck dis dick
Don't f*ck wit my clique
Or lll hit you with them sticks
Rocking brand new kicks
Bitch I'm sellin tabs
Flexing at the trap
Bitch I'm Sellin Cracc
Flexin At The Trap
Got money like I'm mr. crabs
Try to f*ck wit me get stabbed
Get nabbed
Get wrapped up in a body bag
Damn!
Ayy I pull up on the block
Aimin' at you wit a scope
I just f*cked yo bitch
That bitch couldn't cope
Hang you with a rope
Bitch I'm slangin dope
Bitch I'm f*cking hoes
All across the globe
White bitch off the coke
She calling me her mr
I'm like bitch No!
The bois text me on my phone
Ask me if I want to smoke
You know I'm woke
So i text them back In a minute like yeah fo sho
We hotboxin in the car
Pass the blunt to star
You know we got that Thicc Loud
Rolled up like a cigar
I'm spitting all these bars
Bitch you know I'm a star
Half my bois behind bars
Bit-Bit-Bit-Bit-bitch I'm sellin Tabs
Flexing at the trap
Bitch I'm Sellin Cracc
Flexin At The Trap
Got money like I'm mr. crabs
Try to f*ck wit me get stabbed
Get nabbed
Get wrapped up in a body bag
Damn!
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Ayy I pull up f*ck a thot
Got a fat naut
Cause I sell a ton of rocks
Ayy I got them Gucci socks
Stuntin on the block
Rifle got the bump stock
Throw a body off the docks
Shouldn't have kept talkin'
Hangin with the fyccs
Drop some good shit
Yung I never quit
Flix n chill wit ya bitch
She finna suck dis dick
Don't f*ck wit my clique
Or lll hit you with them sticks
Rocking brand new kicks
Bitch I'm sellin tabs
Flexing at the trap
Bitch I'm Sellin Cracc
Flexin At The Trap
Got money like I'm mr. crabs
Try to f*ck wit me get stabbed
Get nabbed
Get wrapped up in a body bag
Damn!
Ayy I pull up on the block
Aimin' at you wit a scope
I just f*cked yo bitch
That bitch couldn't cope
Hang you with a rope
Bitch I'm slangin dope
Bitch I'm f*cking hoes
All across the globe
White bitch off the coke
She calling me her mr
I'm like bitch No!
The bois text me on my phone
Ask me if I want to smoke
You know I'm woke
So i text them back In a minute like yeah fo sho
We hotboxin in the car
Pass the blunt to star
You know we got that Thicc Loud
Rolled up like a cigar
I'm spitting all these bars
Bitch you know I'm a star
Half my bois behind bars
Bit-Bit-Bit-Bit-bitch I'm sellin Tabs
Flexing at the trap
Bitch I'm Sellin Cracc
Flexin At The Trap
Got money like I'm mr. crabs
Try to f*ck wit me get stabbed
Get nabbed
Get wrapped up in a body bag
Damn!
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Writer: Jake Perry, Will Hunter
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