ฟังเพลง500lbs (Explicit)

500lbs (Explicit) - Lil Tecca

Lyrics by：Rio Leyva/Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe/Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./John Henry Darden IV

Composed by：Rio Leyva/Tyler-Justin Anthony Sharpe/Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr./John Henry Darden IV

Produced by：Taz Taylor/Rio Leyva/4OUR

Blatt blatt blatt

Yeah not livin' enough ayy

This blunt I'm takin' a puff

Was startin' to feel like it's us

No trust so do as you must yeah for real

Don't know when I stay out of town

I get dough when I stay out of town

500 chops I got 500 rounds

500 plots I got 500 pounds yeah

I'm trustin' nothin' I'm told honestly

I'm trustin' half what I'm shown

I don't pop out but it's each to they own

My ***** she hate when I be on my phone

Think she forgot I got me on my phone

Not safe for me to forget that I'm known

Argue 'bout ******** you know that you grown

I don't know the only reason I condone it

I know how it works I know you a flirt

She send me the flick tagged not safe for work

Don't get your feelings hurt while tryna lurk

My ***** want chanel then **** grab a purse

She told me she bad I say you could do worse

I'm born to be blessed I live with a curse

When **** is a mess I'm rollin' up first

I smoked on my blunt then I hit the church

'Cause nobody get where you comin' from

You know how it get when you goin' numb

You know what we on matter how you judged

Dealin' with ******** out of love

My life a story it's not a punch-in

My life a party it's not a function

I never needed no introduction

Know I'm a star I'm still adjusting

And I can't go out like that

You know that's why I'm clutchin'

And I see it why they overreact

But all this **** ain't nothin'

Told me you gon' send the bread you owe me

Talkin' like you got an option

She said it's like you don't know you a star

I tell her that I'm still adjusting

Yeah not livin' enough ayy

This blunt I'm takin' a puff

Was startin' to feel like it's us

No trust so do as you must yeah for real

Don't know when I stay out of town

I get dough when I stay out of town

500 chops I got 500 rounds

500 plots I got 500 pounds yeah

I'm trustin' nothin' I'm told honestly

I'm trustin' half what I'm shown

I don't pop out but it's each to they own

My ***** she hate when I be on my phone

Think she forgot I got me on my phone

Not safe for me to forget that I'm known

Argue 'bout ******** you know that you grown

I don't know the only reason I condone it yeah yeah