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Correct Leveon Bell Lyrics
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[Intro] Tyler made a beat Mmh, it's Fattz, baby [Verse 1: Lil E] I'm runnin' that check up every week Used to window shop, now I'm hittin' the mall every week You know I don't got a deal, all that shit that I got from the streets And the trap doin' numbers, it jump every week And the junkies keep comin' for twenty, get three I got gas by the pound, got onions, they cheap Cut open the pack, that shit reek Found a plug, ran it up once I fuck up the streets Man, the junkies keep lookin' for me Did some shit, can't go back, police lookin' for me These niggas keep talkin', nigga, talk is cheap I still post on that block with my gun within reach And I'm stuck in the trap with some weed in my sheets Know the Glock in my pants, gotta stay close to the heat Keep my ear to the streets, he say he want beef Don't care if you broke or not, the smoke is free In a free car with the Jonas seat If I catch my opponent, I'm doin' my thing If I tote Draco, hit him, he won't even think We get caught in a jam and we won't say a thing Ayy, I'm out like a fan, now It's blood on the seat Yeah, we caught him down bad, run the score up to three In the trap, I'm feelin' like Meech Started with two, run it up to a P [Chorus: Lil E] We got P's, ship 'em, mail Run with that sack like I'm Le'Veon Bell Redo the play, we gon' run it again Tackle the pack, drop it all on the scale My young niggas crazy, they gon' shoot 'til the rim gone Hundred yard dash, so much gas, got my wind gone Stood on the block, yeah, a young nigga ten toes Luciano throw the pass in the end zone [Verse 2: Lil Dude] Uh, uh, uh, uh, Dracos and glicks in the basement Take that, big four-fifth, make him taste it Slide with the Draco and then I replace it His bitch got a switch, ain't totin' nothin' basic He want the smoke, so we let him face it Double Back Gang, they demonstrating Headshot, left his lil' ass Ronald Reagan I chill with my pole, these niggas, they police They lyin' to people, they said that they know me Pew, get shot in the face if you owe me, uh The stick and the bag on my brodie, uh Twenty-four shot, that Kobe Real draco, we ain't totin' emojis Hop out the free car, put it in motion Two Glock, Tina Turner how I'm totin' Pull up with fifty and it can get sticky These niggas ain't real, these niggas can't trick me Hop out the free car, I don't be picky Spindin' the bends and I don't get dizzy Big say-so on the block and it's risky Man down, roll his ass up like Shabisky Brrt, drinkin' on lean, nigga, fuck up my kidney [Chorus: Lil E] We got P's, ship 'em, mail Run with that sack like I'm Le'Veon Bell Redo the play, we gon' run it again Tackle the pack, drop it all on the scale My young niggas crazy, they gon' shoot 'til the rim gone Hundred yard dash, so much gas, got my wind gone Stood on the block, yeah, a young nigga ten toes Luciano throw the pass in the end zone
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