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Lac Lac Lac Lac Lac

Slamming the doors in the

Pull up with hoes in the

Diamond in the back they chosen uh posted up

Pouring up

Be it the sticky icky got you rolling up

Hold it up be a soldier don't be closing up

Open your mind

Open your mind

Open your mind

Open your mind

This could be the day

You don't know the road I could show the way

Young candy cut throat still slamming doors

Pull up with your ho on the low low

In my ride it's so clean if you didn't know

Niggas hate but it's cool cause they too slow

Move smooth gotta get to it

Ain't nobody gonna stop me nah

I got a big backseat for a super freak

Tell them mothaf**kas it's going down

Back road a shortcut the lane

F**k the law they can't stop the bang

Cut the double cup of purple rain

Tell them f**k critics I'll never change

Young KR IT my niggas say

Gotta keep a dash closed with the 44

Cause them jackas rob round here every day

So I chill for the bills diamonds against the wheel

Pressing the buttons while clucky bust its peep how I live

Going in for the kill

Champagne popping daily

No petty numbers ships

F**k them just tell them pay me fo sho

Hoes love it niggas know it about time

Ride clean like a billion suns they can't stop my shine

Tell them one more again for that 2000 beyond

That king shit I be on tell a b***h n***a to be gone

Cause my

Lac Lac Lac Lac Lac

Slamming the doors in the

Pull up with hoes in the

Diamond in the back they chosen uh posted up

Pouring up

Be it the sticky icky got you rolling up

Hold it up be a soldier don't be closing up

Open your mind open your mind open your open your mind

Open your mind open your mind open your open your mind

Open your mind open your mind open your open your mind

Open your mind

This could be the day

You don't know the road I could show the way

I'm walking up into the party and feeling and killing the party

A couple of women are chilling and sipping Bacardi

She walk me up into the hallway

I started on kissing the shawty

And feeling so good thug b***h from the hood

But really though

Might get some ass tonight

Hit it like a real man should I'm kill it though

Make a right open that frigerator crack that 40 ounce

Head into your mom room

So I can hear that naughty sound don't play around

Your parents ain't around and plus your room is packed

I'm hit it from the front I'm hit it from the back bust

It like a gat pat pat

Kissing party with a couple

Bad bitches getting dirty with all of my niggas

Feeling woozy but I'm pouring more liquor

But the cutie booty couldn't be bigger

I'm celebrating cause we shouldn't be here

Hella faded cause the Hennessy near

Dedicated to all of my peers AAP the vision so clear

I can see you haters from here

I can spot you out of my chair

My throne you won't come near the microphone is on fire

The booth is Roman

I'm sire I'm king of this shit I'm no liar

I'm dropping careys

Mariah got the grip on the game like I'm pliers

Lac Lac Lac Lac Lac

Slamming the doors in the

Pull up with hoes in the

Diamond in the back they chosen uh posted up

Pouring up

Be it the sticky icky got you rolling up

Hold it up be a soldier don't be closing up

Open your mind open your mind open your open your mind

Open your mind open your mind open your open your mind

Open your mind open your mind open your open your mind

Open your mind

This could be the day

You don't know the road I could show the way

Niggas talk that big shit nowadays

But they muscles ain't strong enough

Niggas claim they change the game

Catalogs ain't long enough

Slow motion I'm still posted

In the cut been waiting my turn

Fell off cause you wasn't yourself

Oh well n***a live and you learn

Money don't concern me I was too determined

F**k what you heard I feed my fam

I put on for mine I let my brother shine

And I be coming down like goddamn

We made it that check on me my n***a

For what it's worth I don't go to work

So this verse ain't free my n***a

This work ain't free my n***a

Yeah it's above average cause they're raising taxes

Dropped twelve albums that's a grand apiece

And plus I made the beats you do the mathematics

No watches no dope money I'm just Southern

One of the coldest niggas that's in the game

And I've only been on one major cover like damn

Either they don't know they don't show

Or they don't care what happens in the South

Or either I'm too smart

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