Lor Scoota - My 40 [LYRICS IN DESC]

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  • เผยแพร่เมื่อ 16 ก.ย. 2024
  • Off of Still in the Trenches 2.5 RIP Up Next
    [Chorus]
    I’m walking with my 40,
    Keep my 40 on me.
    I love all my fans,
    But don’t try to run up on me.
    I like to carry bands,
    So I gotta keep the 40.
    Just in case one of these hating niggas run up on me.
    Walking with my 40,
    Keep that pistol on me.
    I’m walking with my 40,
    Don’t run up on me.
    I’m walking with my 40,
    Keep that pistol on me.
    I’m walking with my 40,
    Don’t run up on me.
    I’m walking with my 40,
    Keep that pistol on me.
    I love all my fans,
    but don’t try to run up on me.
    I like to carry bands,
    So I gotta keep the 40.
    Just in case one of these hating niggas run up on me.
    I’m walking with my 40,
    Keep that pistol on me.
    I’m walking with my 40,
    Don’t run up on me.
    I’m walking with my 40,
    Keep that pistol on me.
    I’m walking with my 40,
    Don’t run up on me.
    [Verse 1]
    I’m walking with my 40,
    What it is shorty.
    I come from the trenches,
    Ask about me, yeah they know me.
    Keep that pistol on me,
    I handle my own beef.
    Can’t walk through the streets without a motherfucker knowing me.
    I love when y’all show love,
    But that shit really annoying me.
    Please don’t run up on me,
    I don’t know who you might be.
    Don’t know who you looking for,
    Don’t nobody look like me.
    She said, “Aint you Lor Scoota?”
    I said, “Bitch I might be”
    She said, “Where your chain at?”
    I said, “Bitch don’t worry me”
    When I’m in the streets, I’m thugging,
    Sevens and a polo tee.
    All I know is making money,
    Ain’t that how it’s supposed to be?
    Keep that 40 close to me,
    Talk before approaching me.
    [Chorus]
    [Verse 2]
    When I’m in the hood,
    I’m all good,
    I walk comfortably.
    Everytime a car ride past,
    They be bumping me.
    Niggas hate cause I got the whole city loving me.
    Mad cause they can’t fuck with me
    And I keep it double-g.
    And my belt by LV,
    And my shoes Balenci.
    I done ran my check up,
    Fucking up rap beats.
    Before this, I was selling drugs,
    You can check my rap sheet.
    Always been a thug,
    That’s why I did Jackin for Beatz.
    I show all my fans love,
    All the ones that love me.
    And all the ones that don’t love me,
    Fuck ‘em, they aint gotta speak.
    Just make sure that you respect me when I’m in these fucking streets.
    Don’t let a couple tweets,
    Get your pussy ass beat.
    [Chorus]

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