L3x - Sorry Momma I R.D.M

What
What
What
All of these bitches be stressing me out
I Don't give a fuck bout the cash or the clout
I buss when she suck, I pass the fuck out
Knuck if you buck homie, what is you bout
Chris Chan get it in iced out sonichu
Ridin' in the whip look like beetlejuice
Lightning out the clip feelin' like pikachu
Honestly surprised I made it passed 22
Ain't a drug I ain't do
Beef brain that my team my crew
10/23/23 I'm through
She ain't love me but she fuck on me ay what's new

I don't think we gon' make it to the 27 club
All I ever wanted was a Chevy sittin' on them dubs
405 pimpin' l3x came from the mud
And the red dirt Killswitch been on my sweatshirt
Hear that money printing, if you raid better advert
K.O.S on the door
Portes de la mort
Catch l3x slippin' quoth the raven nevermore
Throw that ass like a tantrum break it down metalcore
Cause I'm physgun grippin'
L3x stay pumping like a red stone engine
Wok in a monster can laid back sippin'
Jumping off the roof in a sit I'm dippin'
Ban for rdm, man these admin trippin'

Written by:
Conner McKee

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