Little Boy
• Written by LyricalX
Like we know we poppin'
Like bro, you start coughin'
Laughin' at you when you coppin'
Boy we ain't do this shit for nothin'
Bought a candy bar
Too poor to afford anything, must be hard
Tryna find which one like I'm Tony Stark
Boy we know all this shit, you got no Benz, nor car
Like we intense, but boy you speak nonsense
Got no life so that's why you sit on the bench
Lonely as my nigga who was born in a trench
Gotta grab that wrench, do that hard labor when the boy comes
Up with the cents, boy, we put you in the cement
Stab his back, DJ Crow gotta attack
When I see yo face I wanna set up a trap
Get rid of my stress and run back
Wanna see where I put 'em tacks?
Boy you better be sorry
Boy you pussy
Niggas got the Duffy
Bitches watchin' Luffy
Boy, sluts ain't the best though
Tryna cop a new ho
But she ain't listen no more
I'ma try and make her poor
See the sign of you, do yo chores
You're done for
Pretty sure we told ya what we were doin'
Got the eaters in the back and his brain oozin'
That boy be left brainless
Niggas coppin' him and we keep the stainless
Niggas call 'em famous
Boys tryna get popular
Pull up with my binoculars
Pull up with the top of her
She a crop top boy, you bear
Gonna get the drop, oh, boy you ain't there
You don't understand any slang
That's why you do yo thang
Want me to hit yo fangs?
We ain't do Halloween in my days
We gon' hit that boy as we did to James
Niggas have no damn brain
Tryna cop a two-seater out of yo nose
Fuck with the hoes, oh
Like we know we poppin'
Like bro, you start coughin'
Laughin' at you when you coppin'
Boy we ain't do this shit for nothin'
Bought a candy bar
Too poor to afford anything, must be hard
Tryna find which one like I'm Tony Stark
Boy we know all this shit, you got no Benz, nor car
Like we intense, but boy you speak nonsense
Got no life so that's why you sit on the bench
Lonely as my nigga who was born in a trench
Gotta grab that wrench, do that hard labor when the boy comes
Up with the cents, boy, we put you in the cement
Pop them pills
Done like Lauren Hill
The boy got the Mills
We fuckin' on the bills
We know that we ain't chill
Keep it trill
Pull that boy up with him, he so ill
Pop that pill
Niggas are sealed
But we made a deal
Take my essence and let me fly away
Don't wanna decay
Ayy, uh, ayy, uh, uh, uh
