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Correct Lurkin Lyrics
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Correct Lurkin
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[Intro] 2wo2imes Yeah, ayy 50'd up Gangway shit Brim gang [Chorus] Posted on the block, you know I be working I be fronting packs, I don't usually be serving Gotta play smart 'cause police always lurking Getting to the racks, you know that I ain't hurrying (Racks) Better get your bitch 'cause that ho be flirting You not from the trenches, nigga, you suburban Bags of the gas, nigga, but I ain't serving (Bags) One call, then you know my killers purging Young hitter and he hopping out suburbans (Brra) Racks on me, now I'm balling, look like Irving In the trap 24, you know I'm working Big body foreign on the block, swerving State to state with the pack, but I ain't touring (State to state) Had to take him off 'cause he wasn't important Spanish bitch with me, all my hoes foreign Got the Glock on me when I be performing (Glock) [Verse] Got the stick on me when I be recording (Stick) On the block with the guns and they be showing Thirty rounds in that pistol, what it's holding (Thirty) Doubled down and you know I'm fully loaded (Doubled down) Fifty gang, man, you know that it's no folding (Fifty) Shoot the block up, but I'ma keep on going (Brra, brra) 24/7 and the trap stay open (24) We be getting money, nigga, we ain't joking (Racks) Sticks got sight, nigga, we be scoping (Stick) Blue hundreds, yeah, you know my pockets locing (Hundreds) Everybody in my gang be pistol toting Only smoke exotic 'cause that gas ain't potent (Exotic) Young niggas popping niggas and they rolling (Young niggas) Bro got hit then he started folding Just slimed that nigga, I heard he was holding (Slime) Tote this .45 on me and it's golden [Chorus] Posted on the block, you know I be working I be fronting packs, I don't usually be serving Gotta play smart 'cause police always lurking Getting to the racks, you know that I ain't hurrying (Racks) Better get your bitch 'cause that ho be flirting You not from the trenches, nigga, you suburban Bags of the gas, nigga, but I ain't serving (Bags) One call, then you know my killers purging Young hitter and he hopping out suburbans (Brra) Racks on me, now I'm balling, look like Irving In the trap 24, you know I'm working Big body foreign on the block, swerving State to state with the pack, but I ain't touring (State to state) Had to take him off 'cause he wasn't important Spanish bitch with me, all my hoes foreign Got the Glock on me when I be performing (Glock)
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