ฟังเพลงLenox (Explicit)

作曲 : Brooklyn Bolden/Marissa White/Ricardo Lamarre

作词 : Brooklyn Bolden/Marissa White/Ricardo Lamarre

Rico's going crazy again

Ayy, haha, go

Ayy, 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' s**t 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 ******' 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 ******' 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 ***** a demon, send his ass 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 ass 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 ass, I'ma smack that

On the way to the top, we don't backtrack

Got all them drugs in the backpack

A band for a show, let 'em have that

Fake ass 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 s**t 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