L to the W
• Written by LyricalX
Went from L to the W, huh, huh
You know that I'm wantin' you, yeah, yeah, uh, uh
Ayo
Went from L to the W, huh-uh, huh-uh, huh-uh
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
You know it's a stunnin' view, huh, huh
No frontin' you, huh
Rappin' on the mic, no rape, no Diddy, Cronkite
No biggie, your personality got me rollin' up the sticky
For fifty, take it back to the 50s when we
Didn't support LGTBQ+, call up Winny
'Cause did he did me like Diddy?
But he a rapper without the P, 2:50
I wake up in the mornin', feelin' pretty shitty
But shoutout to Eminem, addressin' the shit he
Did when he was Sean and then Diddy, uh
And honestly, you know it's tricky
When hoes feel no pity for Nicki
Or her husband who's a registered sex offender
Makin' me dizzy, life so trippy
Sure, Nicki be pretty, but she married to a man
Whose dick was in kiddies
For sure, though, you know I pull up to cities
I got a Glock in my hand, and she say she busy
Ice Spice fell off 'cause all she do is twerk
Her lyrics suck, she don't put in work
Thought she was the shit but she ain't
She ain't even the fart, ain't that strange?
Warp to new dimensions, tell me, uh, which direction?
And I, and I, and I fuck up your perception
Of life and Heaven, huh, didn't mention the questions
And the lessons Smith & Wesson taught me
In the C-Section, perfection and tension
But Kevin told Devon J was selling
Secrets he be telling, let Hell in
I call up Helen, forgetting that my mama be yellin'
Yolo, dojo, fuck with me, rumors be spreadin'
But honestly, Jay-Z be Cray-Z for working with Sean
Fuck with me and I'm at yo' lawn
My spawn be Japanese, RIP King Von
But hon, the game be on, don't you yawn
'Cause it's been so long since I've had brains and the brawn
You're wrong, I got shit like it's the bomb
Louie Vuitton, hoes fawn
Ova' me like I'm a coupon, you're gone
Before dawn, the attention is drawn
You're merely a pawn in the game of fake swans
It's been so long since I've sang a song
Without cuss words, but I gots to stay strong
Fucking your mama and she gon' tag along
Where do we belong? 'Cause sure for sure
That we don't belong in this world, or universe
I do you first, can we converse wit' Converse?
And I got the choppers, I fucked your father
Gave him STDS, he need a doctor, huh-uh
Fuck they really want? You monster, huh-uh
Mama didn't raise no goner
Had to go be the along-er
Fucking with us like Potter
I don't fuck with no robber
Trippy as hell, shop at Walmart
What they really need? It's all dark
Mama told me, "Don't fall hard,"
I really need an allstar, huh-uh
What they need when I'm a victim of the climber?
And you know I'ma writer
Lighter wit' a sniper take ya higher
Than you been b4, forever will I hold ya tighter
Ayyo, mo' hoes write cyphers
Fast rhymes who light up and strike 'er
'Cause, ooh-wee, it's time for
The reason how all this shit backfires
I need hoes who can be my lover
But nope, you wanna see aw' asses suffer
What, uh, what they talkin' 'bout?
All I can hear is them talkin' loud
So much cash when I call 'em out
And you know my mama be callin' out
"Save me from daddy's violent outbursts!"
I never meant to out her
I send this bitch to outer space (space) wit' no router
Huh-uh, I feel like I got no power
Mama raised me to pick flowers
I keep gettin' in fights and encounters
Got pills (got pills) on my counter, huh-uh
Lil' bitch, I devour the powder
Like it be crack cocaine, no damn baby shower
For me or my sister, say it louder
I'm leanin' on the counter, will never cower
Ain't no coward, crash 'em like the towers
Doubters are Debby downers
But for real though, I'm like Kenneth Powerz
Sayin' slurs for hours, hour after hour
And ho, you so sour, so sour, so sour
What up? Don't talk shit 'bout me, you pouter
Got khakis like Macky, forever will I be happy
They comin' at me and jab me with facts
Like they can tax me
But no, hoes cannot come at me
But no, you know they wanna trash me
Out me all you want, I don't care, you nasty daddy
Made your bitch real happy
She told me, "You better than daddy"
And exactly, that's the point
I do not care if you baddie
'Cause Maddie told me that they tryna come crap me
They can't come at me 'cause they know
I'm happy, uh
Went from L to the W, huh, huh
You know that it's fucking true, what, what
Ayo
Went from L to the W, huh-uh, huh-uh, huh-uh
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
You know we stuntin' too, huh-uh, ayo, uh
You know we stunnin' too, stunnin' too, hm-hm-hmph
I just gotta fuck with you, fuck with you
I ain't even done with you
I just wan' come have fun with you
Now I gotta run from you
But I always come to you
Girl, what the fuck do I want from you?
I don't know, but it's nothing, dude
I just wanna front with you
I just wanna stunt with you
No frontin' you, huh