LLLT

Long live Lil T bitch
We run the streets bitch
If you looking for me probably where the trap be
Still making money nigga check the stat sheet
I'll catch you in the streets I don't rap beef
And I ain't looking at yo tweet so don't at me
Choppa sitting in the corner standing 2 feet
Hit the road by myself but I'm 2 deep
Same flip back to back bout to do 3
Hoes know I got it on me so they choose me
While I'm counting dough
Bitch roll my smoke
I'm always on go
You already know
Naw ain't no ice in this cup so I sip slow
When them niggas hit the block y'all duck and dip low
He dissing on the net bro fucking his hoe
Hit the road get a bag then I get gone
Smoke session with the gang when I get home
Big nigga with some money you can't miss stone
A nigga had his hand out told him hold dese nuts
Couldn't get up in the club you old enough
You ain't got enough money you ain't throw enough
I ain't gotta say much niggas know wassup
Got snatched started acting like a slow bitch
Police got to asking questions I ain't know shit
You then had a couple guns but ain't blow shit
You ain't never had a run you ain't sold shit
Get to popping if we miss we gone slide twice
You can pull up get a zip for the right price
Straight drop
Got it looking like some dry ice
Live the highlife
Rolling up eating fried rice nigga
I ain't your average youngin
I then sold a couple hundred blowing out the onion
All these long ass guns looking like we hunting
My little nigga he gone buss you if I hit the button
Yeah that's right
Gun gripping all day and night
Blow a couple rounds if a nigga tryna fight
Made three bands one night that was slight
Took a couple losses that's ight