![kalimah.top](https://kalimah.top/extra/logo.png)
treylen - lsd bandana lyrics
[intro]
wanted to rap while they wanted to flip
that ain’t a mac that most got on they hip
i kept it real before i got a bag
i hopped in the field cause i wanted it bad
[verse 1]
so i heard you making plays
they say you the n_gga that run it
i guess all the money was fake
like all of the clout that come from it
no wonder the stories are vague
talkin bout it they ain’t done it
i can tell they never sprayed
or sent a pack they ain’t punting
[verse 2]
in this city n_ggas cap about a pack knowing d_mn well that they ain’t even got it
n_ggas the middle man pinching their mans sell and plus they want cash in they wallet
i see the difference i been in positions with n_ggas that treat this sh_t like it’s a business
i’ll drop in record time like i want guinness to notice me
took notes from jefe learned from how he sold his weed
we going back
i was just cooking up records they crack
i was just watching ’em copping ’em packs
3 on the daily they counting up racks
but they move smooth keep it neat let it stack
my crib the safe house who know where we at
if opps on the block then they outnumbered bad
my homies got lots they ain’t going out sad
one day said big homie i want a bag
tried to prove myself ran off with a pack
treat me like little bro i don’t need no dad
my brothers fed us when we was down bad
thinking back on brotherhood that we had
nah thinking on brotherhood that we have
this sh_t forever no distance gone last
y’all showed me real so now i see the cap
(for real, for real, for real)
[verse 2]
n_ggas ain’t got money
can’t even cop what they got that’s fronted
b_tch n_gga stop stunting
barely even drop got drip and i’m blunted
hoe i been performing
whole lot more sh_t coming
i don’t gotta talk sh_t like i run it
loyal to the crew stay down keep a hunnid
with my g’s up
smokin reefer running
through the street wild when the speakers bumping
all my homies active with cabbage thumbing
through the paper later did it too but i was bumming
[outro]
smokin on .5’s at first
pretty sure i was high off dirt
built a tolerance and i don’t work
now i’m cool with the crew and it comes with perks
meaning weed that’s minimal
cause it’s percs for real to keep it literal
i would just chill smoke weed time k!lled
‘til sh_t the fan d_mn sh_t got real
gotta pick a side
n_ggas don’t die they multiply
tension high they’d try divide
tryna get high they ain’t tryna vibe
كلمات أغنية عشوائية
- ivan and chief - to soul (stan) lyrics
- day1weebay - rockstar lyrics
- the deepsea goes - to know everything is lyrics
- siberian cartel - xxxолод lyrics
- any given day - sure to fail lyrics
- jody watley - stay lyrics
- ruivo - nada lyrics
- poetic mind - picture this lyrics
- obia le chef - mailler lyrics
- killa fonic - sparg lyrics