(Uh, Lil5iveten, niggas won't overlook me)
Grrahh
Bow, Im So Slimee
Lil5iveten, niggas won't overlook me
I'm a artist but I ain't A Boogie
Slide thru Swervin, with a Hoodie
I'm baked, i'm off the cookies
I'm a pothead, i'm cookin'
I'm matchin, with slatt, we mookin'
You ain't hittin' this blunt, you ain't put in
I spot yo' bitch, she lookin'
Scoop her then i'ma dig in that puddin'
Grrahh, you'll get tagged
I'll put one on ya toe, bitch put a foot in
Jumpoutgang, have a lil nigga footin'
Thought he was tryna catch a flight, he was bookin'
All Bout The Benjimans, like Bookem
He on the wrong page, open his face like a booklet
I'ma leave his whole shit red, tell bro "Play D" like Denver, i'm shootin' for Nuggets
And i'ma score, get buckets
Bang at a donut, slam on shit, Tim Duncan (Dunkin)
I'm in the booth, punch-in
He wanna fight like Tyson, these bullets would punch em'
Pop up, we ain't gon' say nothin'
Frrr, let shit spray from a button
Baeboy carry the game, he clutchin'
He ain't gon' talk about nothin', he ain't doin' discussion
Shots to the mouth, f*ck a discussion
Slide thru, crack me a egg with a dozen-shells
Now, they callin' twelve
Ya' mans got put in a L
Bitch, i'm on hots like hell
This shit in the trunk would blow like a elephant
Bullets deliver like mail
Send him a letter, now lil bro heaven sent
Grrahh-grrahh, he'll get popped in the mouth like a breath mint
We in the field like the Texans
Early mornin', cook him like some breakfast
Check in my pocket, cash
What's in ya pockets? Some balls of lint
I'm on his top like a dint
They put bread on his head, leave his shit on the steps
I'll roll a nigga like dice just bet, four-five-six
Insert the clip like a CD, these bullets burn, we spin on shit like a disk (Bitch)
You wanna ride that wave, you not a shark, you labeled a fish (Bitch)
Slide thru ya hood let it spray, I ain't gon' aim, bet I won't miss (Bitch)
Gun to his head, his eyes get big surprise, I got a gift (Bitch)
Uh, Just like Christmas
If he don't die, he gifted
Uh, niggas is bitches
Sprayin' the K, kiss-kiss
Grrahh-grrahh
Lil5iveten, niggas won't overlook me
I'm a artist but I ain't A Boogie
Slide thru Swervin, with a Hoodie
I'm baked, i'm off the cookies
I'm a pothead, i'm cookin'
I'm matchin, with slatt, we mookin'
You ain't hittin' this blunt, you ain't put in
I spot yo' bitch, she lookin'
Scoop her then i'ma dig in that puddin'
Grrahh, you'll get tagged
I'll put one on ya toe, bitch put a foot in
Jumpoutgang, have a lil nigga footin'
Thought he was tryna catch a flight, he was bookin'
Bitch, Huh? (Bitch)
(Damn, lil bro was bookin')
(Hop out the car, hit him in his face)
(Damn, why he was lookin'?)
(The f*ck?)
(On the set, damn)
Lil5iveten - WALKDOWNAGAINN! (Play Tag) Lyrics
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(Uh, Lil5iveten, niggas won't overlook me)
Grrahh
Bow, Im So Slimee
Lil5iveten, niggas won't overlook me
I'm a artist but I ain't A Boogie
Slide thru Swervin, with a Hoodie
I'm baked, i'm off the cookies
I'm a pothead, i'm cookin'
I'm matchin, with slatt, we mookin'
You ain't hittin' this blunt, you ain't put in
I spot yo' bitch, she lookin'
Scoop her then i'ma dig in that puddin'
Grrahh, you'll get tagged
I'll put one on ya toe, bitch put a foot in
Jumpoutgang, have a lil nigga footin'
Thought he was tryna catch a flight, he was bookin'
All Bout The Benjimans, like Bookem
He on the wrong page, open his face like a booklet
I'ma leave his whole shit red, tell bro "Play D" like Denver, i'm shootin' for Nuggets
And i'ma score, get buckets
Bang at a donut, slam on shit, Tim Duncan (Dunkin)
I'm in the booth, punch-in
He wanna fight like Tyson, these bullets would punch em'
Pop up, we ain't gon' say nothin'
Frrr, let shit spray from a button
Baeboy carry the game, he clutchin'
He ain't gon' talk about nothin', he ain't doin' discussion
Shots to the mouth, f*ck a discussion
Slide thru, crack me a egg with a dozen-shells
Now, they callin' twelve
Ya' mans got put in a L
Bitch, i'm on hots like hell
This shit in the trunk would blow like a elephant
Bullets deliver like mail
Send him a letter, now lil bro heaven sent
Grrahh-grrahh, he'll get popped in the mouth like a breath mint
We in the field like the Texans
Early mornin', cook him like some breakfast
Check in my pocket, cash
What's in ya pockets? Some balls of lint
I'm on his top like a dint
They put bread on his head, leave his shit on the steps
I'll roll a nigga like dice just bet, four-five-six
Insert the clip like a CD, these bullets burn, we spin on shit like a disk (Bitch)
You wanna ride that wave, you not a shark, you labeled a fish (Bitch)
Slide thru ya hood let it spray, I ain't gon' aim, bet I won't miss (Bitch)
Gun to his head, his eyes get big surprise, I got a gift (Bitch)
Uh, Just like Christmas
If he don't die, he gifted
Uh, niggas is bitches
Sprayin' the K, kiss-kiss
Grrahh-grrahh
Lil5iveten, niggas won't overlook me
I'm a artist but I ain't A Boogie
Slide thru Swervin, with a Hoodie
I'm baked, i'm off the cookies
I'm a pothead, i'm cookin'
I'm matchin, with slatt, we mookin'
You ain't hittin' this blunt, you ain't put in
I spot yo' bitch, she lookin'
Scoop her then i'ma dig in that puddin'
Grrahh, you'll get tagged
I'll put one on ya toe, bitch put a foot in
Jumpoutgang, have a lil nigga footin'
Thought he was tryna catch a flight, he was bookin'
Bitch, Huh? (Bitch)
(Damn, lil bro was bookin')
(Hop out the car, hit him in his face)
(Damn, why he was lookin'?)
(The f*ck?)
(On the set, damn)
Grrahh
Bow, Im So Slimee
Lil5iveten, niggas won't overlook me
I'm a artist but I ain't A Boogie
Slide thru Swervin, with a Hoodie
I'm baked, i'm off the cookies
I'm a pothead, i'm cookin'
I'm matchin, with slatt, we mookin'
You ain't hittin' this blunt, you ain't put in
I spot yo' bitch, she lookin'
Scoop her then i'ma dig in that puddin'
Grrahh, you'll get tagged
I'll put one on ya toe, bitch put a foot in
Jumpoutgang, have a lil nigga footin'
Thought he was tryna catch a flight, he was bookin'
All Bout The Benjimans, like Bookem
He on the wrong page, open his face like a booklet
I'ma leave his whole shit red, tell bro "Play D" like Denver, i'm shootin' for Nuggets
And i'ma score, get buckets
Bang at a donut, slam on shit, Tim Duncan (Dunkin)
I'm in the booth, punch-in
He wanna fight like Tyson, these bullets would punch em'
Pop up, we ain't gon' say nothin'
Frrr, let shit spray from a button
Baeboy carry the game, he clutchin'
He ain't gon' talk about nothin', he ain't doin' discussion
Shots to the mouth, f*ck a discussion
Slide thru, crack me a egg with a dozen-shells
Now, they callin' twelve
Ya' mans got put in a L
Bitch, i'm on hots like hell
This shit in the trunk would blow like a elephant
Bullets deliver like mail
Send him a letter, now lil bro heaven sent
Grrahh-grrahh, he'll get popped in the mouth like a breath mint
We in the field like the Texans
Early mornin', cook him like some breakfast
Check in my pocket, cash
What's in ya pockets? Some balls of lint
I'm on his top like a dint
They put bread on his head, leave his shit on the steps
I'll roll a nigga like dice just bet, four-five-six
Insert the clip like a CD, these bullets burn, we spin on shit like a disk (Bitch)
You wanna ride that wave, you not a shark, you labeled a fish (Bitch)
Slide thru ya hood let it spray, I ain't gon' aim, bet I won't miss (Bitch)
Gun to his head, his eyes get big surprise, I got a gift (Bitch)
Uh, Just like Christmas
If he don't die, he gifted
Uh, niggas is bitches
Sprayin' the K, kiss-kiss
Grrahh-grrahh
Lil5iveten, niggas won't overlook me
I'm a artist but I ain't A Boogie
Slide thru Swervin, with a Hoodie
I'm baked, i'm off the cookies
I'm a pothead, i'm cookin'
I'm matchin, with slatt, we mookin'
You ain't hittin' this blunt, you ain't put in
I spot yo' bitch, she lookin'
Scoop her then i'ma dig in that puddin'
Grrahh, you'll get tagged
I'll put one on ya toe, bitch put a foot in
Jumpoutgang, have a lil nigga footin'
Thought he was tryna catch a flight, he was bookin'
Bitch, Huh? (Bitch)
(Damn, lil bro was bookin')
(Hop out the car, hit him in his face)
(Damn, why he was lookin'?)
(The f*ck?)
(On the set, damn)
Writer: Abdullah Bey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid