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Lurkin' (feat. Los Ro) Video (MV)




Performed By: AMG SS
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Antonio Guzman, Carlos Pearson




AMG SS - Lurkin' (feat. Los Ro) Lyrics
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I see them niggas lurking dawg
I'm bout to pull that stick out
Ima let bitch bang
Blocka blocka the blocka blocka
They gotta die
I see them niggas lurking dawg
I'm bout to pull that stick out
Ima let bitch bang
Blocka blocka the blocka blocka
They gotta die
Slide squad
What ever you wanna do nigga
I'm bout the same thing
See cuz where I'm from my nigga
We let our nuts hang
Walk around all day
And never tuck chain
Cuz if you try me f*ck boy
Ima let K sang
See I ain't gone start shit
But I'm gone finish it
Jump up out the whip
With the stick
Yeah i'm on that shit
Niggas tweeting like some birds
I ain't on that shit
I'm bout is stacking my paper
Yeah i'm on that shit
You want me to act out of character
I can play the script
Hit you with that light
Red dot like you Hindu
Leave you chopped and screwed
With them sticks
Call em bamboo
Ya Tried me
So it's f*ck u
Yeah it's f*ck you
Some of my niggas dope boys
Now that's some real shit
All my niggas tote steel
Now that's some real shit
All you rappers pop pills
Now that's some f*ck shit
I'll tell you how his story end
Cuz I'm the author bitch
I see them niggas lurking dawg
I'm bout to pull that stick out
Ima let bitch bang
Blocka blocka the blocka blocka
They gotta die
I see them niggas lurking dawg
I'm bout to pull that stick out
Ima let bitch bang
Blocka blocka the blocka blocka
They gotta die
Look
All you niggas talking
We don't like to talk
Shhh
Ol' Computer ass niggas
Like you Microsoft
See a nigga
Watch him run his f*cking nikes off
Talking like you hard
But cop a plea
You niggas might be soft
Make some shit
I'm Bout to up it on my snapchat
Nigga this a don
Don't confuse it for a snapback
Got it playing hella card games
Like it's black jack
Get some cheese
Bitches swarm around you
Call them rat packs
Never had a hand out
Pussy I got bands now
Never let em hoe you
Think it's sweet
Nigga man down
I ain't talking bout the letters
When I said the kay around
Silence on the glock
Empty the clip
And you won't hear a sound
I'm on tip
I ain't talking about no trouble man
Money never fold
So we got to use them rubber bands
Boy I had more bars
Than a f*ckin jungle gym
I will never write a statement
Really
What the f*ck is them
I'm Silent
I see them niggas lurking dawg
I'm bout to pull that stick out
Ima let bitch bang
Blocka blocka the blocka blocka
They gotta die
I see them niggas lurking dawg
I'm bout to pull that stick out
Ima let bitch bang
Blocka blocka the blocka blocka
They gotta die
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I see them niggas lurking dawg
I'm bout to pull that stick out
Ima let bitch bang
Blocka blocka the blocka blocka
They gotta die
I see them niggas lurking dawg
I'm bout to pull that stick out
Ima let bitch bang
Blocka blocka the blocka blocka
They gotta die
Slide squad
What ever you wanna do nigga
I'm bout the same thing
See cuz where I'm from my nigga
We let our nuts hang
Walk around all day
And never tuck chain
Cuz if you try me f*ck boy
Ima let K sang
See I ain't gone start shit
But I'm gone finish it
Jump up out the whip
With the stick
Yeah i'm on that shit
Niggas tweeting like some birds
I ain't on that shit
I'm bout is stacking my paper
Yeah i'm on that shit
You want me to act out of character
I can play the script
Hit you with that light
Red dot like you Hindu
Leave you chopped and screwed
With them sticks
Call em bamboo
Ya Tried me
So it's f*ck u
Yeah it's f*ck you
Some of my niggas dope boys
Now that's some real shit
All my niggas tote steel
Now that's some real shit
All you rappers pop pills
Now that's some f*ck shit
I'll tell you how his story end
Cuz I'm the author bitch
I see them niggas lurking dawg
I'm bout to pull that stick out
Ima let bitch bang
Blocka blocka the blocka blocka
They gotta die
I see them niggas lurking dawg
I'm bout to pull that stick out
Ima let bitch bang
Blocka blocka the blocka blocka
They gotta die
Look
All you niggas talking
We don't like to talk
Shhh
Ol' Computer ass niggas
Like you Microsoft
See a nigga
Watch him run his f*cking nikes off
Talking like you hard
But cop a plea
You niggas might be soft
Make some shit
I'm Bout to up it on my snapchat
Nigga this a don
Don't confuse it for a snapback
Got it playing hella card games
Like it's black jack
Get some cheese
Bitches swarm around you
Call them rat packs
Never had a hand out
Pussy I got bands now
Never let em hoe you
Think it's sweet
Nigga man down
I ain't talking bout the letters
When I said the kay around
Silence on the glock
Empty the clip
And you won't hear a sound
I'm on tip
I ain't talking about no trouble man
Money never fold
So we got to use them rubber bands
Boy I had more bars
Than a f*ckin jungle gym
I will never write a statement
Really
What the f*ck is them
I'm Silent
I see them niggas lurking dawg
I'm bout to pull that stick out
Ima let bitch bang
Blocka blocka the blocka blocka
They gotta die
I see them niggas lurking dawg
I'm bout to pull that stick out
Ima let bitch bang
Blocka blocka the blocka blocka
They gotta die
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Writer: Antonio Guzman, Carlos Pearson
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