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rde luhh monsta - 1830 lyrics

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pop out the cut, like “what up boy?”
why you dissing on luhh monsta?
up this choppa, call it poppa, by my side, it fix the problem
he talking crazy on the way, soon as he roll up, ima pop em’
man, ain’t need for no full clip, that first one it’s gon drop em’
shout out rde diff, rde pimp, you know how it go
shout out daniel for the beat, he pop the f_ck off for the bro
aye, f_ck that boy chris, he speaking on the label, get em’ ghost
big rde, big 1830 sh_t, i’m talkin’ bout ceo

i’m in the whip bout 4 deep with 4 glocks, you know i’m tryna slide
i’m hoping i catch tre or i catch nate, cause it’s a homicide
done dropped the lo, he said he 15 out that p_ssy boy done lied
i pray to god please let me run into him, watch him recognize
hopped out that car i grabbed that sh_t “like yeh”
i was bout to bust that b_tch “whaddup?”
‘till my girl said chill and sh_t “aye chill”
talkin’ bout it ain’t worth that sh_t
i ain’t even playing no more, i’m just tryna buss a brain “uh huh”
the way i’m feeling in my mind is hectic, they say i’m insane

hop out that b_tch then go, “boom”
i’m not in the f_cking mood
who the f_ck you talking to?
tell that boy say, “f_cking move”
better come correct when you speak to luhh monsta, never lack
don’t give no f_ck you wanna talk that crazy sh_t, i’ll get you smacked
i’m the sniper on the roof with a handgun
got designer on my suit and my and 1’s
tryna relax and be cool tryna have fun
make me strap up with a tool make me go dumb
got this pocket rocket on me now you know i’m trynna pop it
watch is tickin tockin on me now and i can’t even watch it

diamonds shining in the night
i can’t check the time, it’s brighter than the lights
try to put it in that b_tch it hurts my eyes
please don’t try to touch it reaper take ya life
won’t say it twice
i ain’t with that being nice
tryna catch a body, i ain’t tryna fight
think he know that probably, why he still ain’t slide?
if marcus got it then you know he do it right

b_tch i’m tryna bust somebody’s brain, that stick it flip the car
lil brodie gotta switch, it cl!ck, it flip ya sh_t, it take your jaw
back in the school big homie smokey run your pockets in the hall
b_tch had me p_ssed off p_ssed up in that cup man i say, “f_ck the law” (f_ck 12)
b_tch play with me yeah try ya luck “your luck”
send some shots you better duck “uh huh”
keep that semi auto tucked
i’m on my sh_t, don’t give me no f_ck
i swear they got me goin’ wild
i been smoking gas, you can call it loud
i been sitting on mars
sipping and i’m counting stars
praying that i make it far
hop inside that press to start
make me vroom, yeah

rde luhh monsta in this hoe yeh lemme pop my sh_t
they don’t like they don’t like the way i steady talk my sh_t
b_tch i don’t give no fu_
(oh this sh_t over with? d_mn..)

- rde luhh monsta lyrics

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