Zay Lyve - Lyve Action (feat. Action Pack)

No kap entertainment
Nigga talking bout we ain't getting no bread round this bitch nigga
Damn D Aitch Is you fucking with this one nah for real for real pussy
(We getting bread round here for real no mf kap)
Yeah
Let's get it in nigga
Aye
Look
Aye
I be posted at my dawg crib sells in and out
Talking bout them hard plays heard it's been a drought
Iont even cook it I call Alley just to get it right
Whipped out a card my mama asking boy you still swipe
Iont even play games I be too busy
Heard you need a zip of moon rock I need 350
We fucking for the night lil baby you can't sleep with me
You got yo Ls load up the car and you could creep with me
Nigga talking money moves bitch we did that
Right now we back to back Zo in that vette I'm in that scat pack
These niggas ain't no killers girl yo boyfriend only act man
I'm right on bell lil nigga iont rap kap
Put some cheese on em since he internet banging
Sending all them death threats boy we know where you hanging
I'm bout to get em gone don't reply (Where ya at)
Bitch I was really in the stu when they ask for alibis
Shit I talk it how I want to what you gone do
I kill and sell drugs then rap about it all on protools
Feds wanna indict us what they talking bout
I ain't seen em till yo stupid start coming round
Aye he a rat so he can't speak so what they talking bout
Aye I was wildin had them bows stashed at my mama
Aye it get violent ain't no date but we gon take em out
Say that you fertile iont want pussy gimmie throat for hours
If you ain't tryna get no money you could get from round me
That's a lil 10 that I just made but I ain't thinking bout it
40k scat I came scat we came back to back
If tee came scat we getting money like we got platinum plaques
Aye this hell cat that I'm in this a striker scratch the vin
I think I like her being ya friend rap hustle on that road feins ask me where I been
Granny know that I be trapping tryna tell her it ain't no sin
Gotta know we knock shit backwards ain't no telling when we spin
I done picked up on that cup they say I'm back on lean again
Its sold soon I get it in
Turn a one to a three that's a magic trick
Yo bitch she said she fuck with me cause I ain't average
Pull up on yo skreet I'm tryna crash some shit
Who would've thought that I got rich off of this trappin shit
Pull up on my sister I'm in Madison
I be balling on these niggas like the mavericks
She got hella Ps what you mean we back sippin lean
They sippin promethazine iont fuck with lizard green
Bitch I'm on yo block I'm on yo ass
I heard these nigga mad I snatched yo flag pull up and crash
I put that pistol on a nigga send em up to his maker
Take a vacation now wildin in the skreets of Jamaica
I ain't no scammer you'ont want no anna
I be walking all in Kroger's with my hood don't look at cameras
Swiping for the em giftys in a week I ran up 50
Any way you try to play we hawk em down empty the blicky
Clutching on my hammer I ain't no dancer
But I milly rock with that acetone like fuck it do some damage
These niggas mad wiped a nigga nose gave his ass a blessing
How you claim you from the skreets talk to police gave a confession

Written by:
Garian Walls, I. Aristide

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find