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heavy metal - lpb poody lyrics

[hook]
i’m on some whole other sh*t
take a n*gga b*tch
run down with that stick
full throttle on a b*tch
like, we rock out, only heavy metal
223s clear the scene, cold bl**dy steppers
you would think my n*ggas rats, they love to get the cheddar
(they love to get the cheddar)
ain’t no n*ggas like my n*ggas, cause we do it better
i got they back, they got my back, we like black on leather
and imma hold it down for ’em ’til this sh*t get better

[verse 1]
i ain’t got no ice, but my heart cold as ever
people be there for the moment, but never forever
free lil [?], he up the road, gotta send him a letter
i gotta treat you like my people, ’cause the love be special
couple n*ggas claim they real, but be fake and phony
but you ain’t gotta prove a point, cuz you ain’t really on it
i tried to put you on your feet, but you ain’t really want it
and kept it real with you n*ggas, now we all up on this
thuggin’ through them late nights and schemin’ on them early mornings
i never thought lil bruh would bend, i guess he double*jointed
you got some b*tch*made ways, you n*ggas feelin’ corny
that’s why my glock got a d*ck, that b*tch really h*rny
kept it a hunnid times ten since they say a lot
never was the type to blend in, imma stand out
b*tch steppin’ out of march, but i could bring them bands out
you ain’t know i’m finna blow like a n*gga brought a fan out
[hook]
i’m on some whole other sh*t
take a n*gga b*tch
run down with that stick
full throttle on a b*tch
like, we rock out, only heavy metal
223s clear the scene, cold bl**dy steppers
you would think my n*ggas rats, they love to get the cheddar
(they love to get the cheddar)
ain’t no n*ggas like my n*ggas, cause we do it better
i got they back, they got my back, we like black on leather
and imma hold it down for ’em ’til this sh*t get better

[verse 2]
to all my n*ggas in my circle, this sh*t here official
rip my n*gga mari, bruh, i really miss you
forever you live on, so imma keep that thirty in my denims
never catch me lackin’, ’cause the streets done turned me to a k!ller
these crackers playin’ dirty, they givin’ thirty for a pistol
they handin’ n*ggas jerseys, i swear that it’s a f*cked up system
my mama, she be worried, she feel like i’m gon’ be a victim
i told her that i’m straight, won’t let em crop me out the picture
i know some n*ggas who gon’ ride
some n*ggas who gon’ slide
f*ck n*ggas be out here playin’ creep
so let a n*gga try
he play with me, gon’ die
keep that forty on the side of me
i know some n*ggas wanna take me under
can’t even trust a soul, not even my baby mama
my guard up like a b*tch, won’t let you play up under
gotta watch out for the snakes, n*ggas be anacondas
that sh*t ain’t a hunnid

- lpb poody lyrics

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