Panic
Had just got back from LA, n#gg#, with 200 grams
I just got back from LA, n#gg#, with 200 grams
I just got back from LA, n#gg#, with 200 grams
I just
Hold on, float off with the lean in the Lamb’, yeah
Have them n#gg#s talking sh#t but you know I don’t give a damn, yeah
Bad young n#gg#, BMW got a camera
b#tch stuck in me, what the f#ck is you, a camera?
I don’t give a f#ck, shawty say that I’m a #ssh#l#
I be doin’ what I want, I ain’t feelin’ kissin’ no #ss hoe
No, you can’t be wit’ us if you’re not down to split a taco
n#gg#s wanna watch me like the San Andreas Astro
p#ss#-ass n#gg#, he decided to try the back though
p#ss#-ass n#gg#, I just at my back door
n#gg#, that was you, in that dirty polo head though
All of you is #ss though, catch me where I am at though
But I ain’t tryna gain on ’em, we all tryna get racks though
And I’m smokin’ at
We don’t really give a f#ck what you n#gg#s doin’
30 round and drugs, we don’t care who shootin’
And I’m being deadass, that ain’t f#ckin’ music
And she really f#ck with mе, she say I’m so amusin’
Jumpin’ anything I want, I got the feds confusеd, man
When I got into sh#t, I knew it was win this or lose this
See, I gon’ get that back if you act foolish
See, you n#gg#s get that bag and you f#ckin’ lose it
I spent twenty thousand to have sex though
You know that it’s when they see racks though
Police LA going so fast, ’cause it’s fast, b#tch
Smokin’ on weed every day, in love with this trap sh#t
So stylish on ’em
Whippin’ up Billie Eilish on ’em
Know the days they hated on me
f#ck n#gg#s got on me
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
You with your friend, you hear that chopper, you better duck, too
Hit ’em with that chopper just like f#ck you
Bad b#tch from the ‘gram but she don’t love you
That don’t even f#ckin’ matter ’cause they need us, too
And my brother ’bout to bust that b#tch, I bust too
And the Glock right beside me, it’s just us two
And it hold so many rounds, it’s so wonderful
Why this bad b#tch like me, and she so cool
But I don’t really trust her, ’cause what the f#ck I do, n#gg#
Just ’cause I got a fast car, I guess I’m cool, n#gg#
b#tch see that I got money and wanna use it, n#gg#
Glock overheated, man that b#tch need some coolant, n#gg#
We from Savannah man, we said we a do that n#gg#
And when we do that n#gg#, you know he on the news
You know he on the news, man, don’t be confused
Don’t ask me what I’m rappin’ ’bout, it’s just what’s going on
Don’t wanna argue wit’ your hood, don’t wanna pick no bone
They don’t wanna spread no positivity and that’s what’s going on
My b#tch, she was drunk and she called my phone
She talkin’ ’bout, “You don’t love me no more”
I don’t know what she talkin’ bout, I guess she drunk though
Hell no, I ain’t while I’m still the huncho
Countin’ up the rackaids, got a AK wit’ ’bout eight K on me
Hello, callin’ the money like hello
She callin’ me and I’m like, hello
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Duwap Kaine Lyrics – Hello