Lenox (Explicit)

Lenox (Explicit) - S3nsi Molly/Lil Brook

Lyrics by：Brooklyn Bolden/Marissa White/Ricardo Lamarre

Composed by：Brooklyn Bolden/Marissa White/Ricardo Lamarre

Rico's going crazy again

Ayy haha go

Rack up wrap it take it out work

Ayy

Got the bag off of trappin' and cashed out at Lenox

Whole lot of money said **** it and spent it

Ride down your block with them straps windows tinted

Ride down your block with them MAC's we gon' spin it

Spin for a bend we gon' take him out

Bag him like trash gotta take him out

Wrap up the work in the trap gotta ship it out

Glocks do the talkin' no time we can't hear him out

Ayy takin' my shot like a free throw

Bust down a ***** she a freak ho

Reach for your chain takin' **** like Deebo

Ayy pop out it's us at your peephole

Ayy ice on my neck like a glacier

Slide on a ***** like a skater

Just **** on a ho no we can't date her

Skrrt drop her off see you later ayy

Yeah she a stripper I throw her them ones

Bust down a ***** she be ****in' for fun

Whole city hate me I ride with them guns

If it was beef just know that it's done

Hit Sour Matt with the gas

He gon' pull up and serve me

End up with your name on a shirt like a jersey

Two shots to his head leave him cold like a turkey

Get the work in the morning

I'm trappin' real early

All of that typin' with nothin' to say

Pull up I'm bustin' I pop out with K's

Black mask on my face so I can't catch a case

Wanted that smoke so I gave 'em it laced

Got the bag off of trappin'

And cashed out at Lenox

Whole lot of money said **** it

And spent it

Ride down your block with

Them straps windows tinted

Ride down your block with

Them MAC's we gon' spin it

Spin for a bend we gon' take him out

Bag him like trash gotta take him out

Wrap up the work in the trap

Gotta ship it out

Glocks do the talkin'

No time we can't hear him out

Run up on opps we gon'

Lay 'em down get down

I'm ****in' that *****

She make a lot of sound

Huh

***** wanna fight put the guns down

Pull up to the show send a lot of rounds

My n***a a demon send his a*s to a dog pound

We got them sticks we gon' pop out

I left that show and

We got all the Glocks out

Just for them bands

We gon' pull up and rock out

Reach for that chain

You can't run you get knocked down

***** gon' **** she on go

Ran out of 'Woods send her a*s to the store

Exotic pop I'ma pour me a four

We ran out the back 'cause the feds at the door

She got a fat a*s I'ma smack that

On the way to the top we don't backtrack

Got all them *** in the backpack

A band for a show let 'em have that

Fake a*s chain I'ma snatch that

I send that ***** to go break down a brick

They call up Lil Brook 'cause

I stay with the stick

I **** on that ho for one night

Then I switch go

We catch an opp he get thrown in a ditch

Gucci shoes I be spinnin' them bends

After the show I might **** on a fan

Pull up in LA and I hop out a van

Give her a Perc' now it's makin' her dance

**** on a ***** in the traphouse

Got money I'm a high school dropout

We see the opps now we en route

All at your door with them guns out

All that rap **** ain't fun now

Got the bag off of trappin'

And cashed out at Lenox

Whole lot of money said **** it

And spent it

Ride down your block with

Them straps windows tinted

Ride down your block with them

MAC's we gon' spin it

Spin for a bend we gon' take him out

Bag him like trash gotta take him out

Wrap up the work in the trap gotta ship it out

Glocks do the talkin' no time

We can't hear him out