Testo Lost N Found Freestyle - Yung Kizo
Testo della canzone Lost N Found Freestyle (Yung Kizo), tratta dall'album LUMEN
That Glock too fast with a goddamn switch
Shit I shot so much think it hit his-
That Glock too fast with a goddamn switch
Shit I shot so much think it hit-
That Glock too fast with a goddamn switch
That Glock too fast with a goddamn switch
Pushing up deep in that big body, uh
Pushing up deep in that big body track hawk
Watch how that motherfucker rev like a racecar
Say that I'm pushing too much 'cause I race hard
I'm rocking Gucci, that Fendi, that Goyard
Said they like my song, they said that I go hard
Tell me to slow down, 'cause I'm going too far
I need a 2023 with that push-start
Need me an all black rover
Nigga ran out of luck like a three leaf clover
And the beat so sweet like a goddamn soda
Shot him up three times, now that motherfucker over
And I'm with my dogs like a damn crossover
No you can't come back, ain't no do-overs
Now his body in the ground like a goddamn gopher
Bird me done got some damn exposure
Huh
Stacking up pound for pound
Big ass chop on my hip won't make a sound
It's bigger than stereo sounds
Don't blow your ears lil' nigga, them barrels loud
Lil' nigga we laying them down
Don't fuck with me nigga or we gon' put you out
We got a whole 100 rounds
We made some nigga go lost, now he can't be found
Toe tag a nigga, I roll back a nigga
Roll him back harder than a damn swisher
I ain't know you could do it, his ass got fixed
Knock his bitch ass down, like a goddamn blitz
That Glock too fast with a goddamn switch
Shit I shot so much, think it hit his kid
And them 556s, they done hit his bitch
If you let him live, that boy gon' snitch
Like nah, me and my niggas can't go
We brought them Glocks with a big bankroll
Step out of that back with a whole lotta dough
And I walk in the club, and I'm sipping that Rosé
Blow up like propane
We eating so good, we eating that Lo Mein
We all blacked out, we looking like we on Soul Plane
Yeah, nigga be so fake
Yeah, nigga be faker than Pluto
F-Fuck that bitch, she do what I do
In the AMG, with the stars on the roof
And them stars, they looking right back at you
Finna light a nigga up, like a Pikachu
Yeah these red dots finna take a peek at you
We gon' find him in the dark like a peekaboo
I ain't come with a clip, bitch I came with two
And it came with a drum extension too
Took that bitch out the box, yeah that shit was new
Put that shit to his face, he a damn statue
Not too many shots, we done fired a few
Need to heat his ass up like a barbecue
My boy done went stupid, he done went coo-coo
Tell that boy to calm down 'fore the cops know too
Shots five out of five like a damn review
Nigga say it's fuck me, well it's fuck you too
Finna catch his back turned like a Mario Boo
And I tie this beat like I tie my shoe
Reverse the beat like I reverse the coupe
I don't give a fuck nigga, I shoot who I shoot
These lil' niggas licking the bottom of my shoe
These lil' niggas got they head on my boot
I know how to make this money come through
This money start shooting through the top of the roof
So much money, I don't even know what to do
But you're funny if you think I'm giving it to you, bitch
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Writer(s): Matthew Dumel
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