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letoya luckett - toohda band$ lyrics

[intro: toohda band$]
(david wesson)
(funk or die)
f*ck goin’ on

[chorus: toohda band$]
n*ggas tryna snake me for a snitch, i gotta watch it
this 40 on my hip, it ain’t for show, b*tch, i’ma pop it
chemist in the kitchen, whip my wrist until i lock it
i don’t f*ck with opps, i throw it up and then i drop it
i had to slap my b*tch ’cause she was getting out of pocket
if them n*ggas lookin’ for me, tell them n*ggas get it poppin’
posted up on hayes, we got them sticks, we got them rockets
let this chopper sing, call this b*tch letoya luckett

[verse 1: toohda band$]
don’t call me, ain’t no talkin’ ‘less we speaking ’bout a profit
fifty grams of shh, i treat her p*ssy like a pocket
in and out them homes, we sn*tchin’ sh*t to get a profit
run inside your home, i crack your door like i’m a locksmith
n*gga reach for this, then i’ma let the baby glock spit
hit you and your mans, spill your noodles with this chopstick
got her bangin’ seven, i’m gettin’ money from my opp b*tch
told her give me face, i stretch her neck like she an ostrich
n*ggas knowin’ how i’m rockin’
hundred on the chop, i double back and i’m still knockin’
nutted in her mouth, this b*tch a demon, she’s still slobbin’
could’ve did the yeezies, these margielas, i got options
i’m a real n*gga, i can never do no flobbin’, no flodgin’
gotta move careful, feds on me, they be watchin’
gotta watch these n*ggas, they be fake and steady plottin’
never leave the house unless i’m ridin’ with the glock too
[chorus: toohda band$]
n*ggas tryna snake me for a snitch, i gotta watch it
this 40 on my hip, it ain’t for show, b*tch, i’ma pop it
chemist in the kitchen, whip my wrist until i lock it
i don’t f*ck with opps, i throw it up and then i drop it
i had to slap my b*tch ’cause she was getting out of pocket
if them n*ggas lookin’ for me, tell them n*ggas get it poppin’
posted up on hayes, we got them sticks, we got them rockets
let this chopper sing, call this b*tch letoya luckett

[verse 2: philthy rich]
look
put a rollie on, dim, dame and mone
man to get his when he finally come home
gucci sweater, mickey mouse on a n*gga shirt
n*gga say i told? then tell him post the paperwork
n*ggas mad about me doin’ songs with they opps
b*tch, i throw it in the air and then i let it drop
three fingers wide open, b*tch, one in the middle
f*ck you and your big homie, b*tch, run and go get him
stop droppin’ diss songs and go and drop a body
last n*gga dissed me, that n*gga got bodied
how you live my funk or die? thought you was still gangin’
i don’t sell dope no more but i’m still lead slangin’
catch a sucker at big printing and put him on a shirt
my young n*gga popped the door, i’m tryna pop him first
i ain’t gon’ speak on perc out of respect for ricky
but still a zo, baby mama said you ain’t sent a penny
hus, told ’em r*t*rded mike how them n*ggas still cool
it ain’t a k!ller in your circle, who you tryna fool?
he kickin’ over candlelights, p*ssin’ on headstones
but couldn’t go to d ray funeral, boy, you dead wrong
keep speakin’ on fetty, i send you to meet him
empire christmas party, was dyin’ to meet him
keep lyin’ in them songs, you never shot nothin’
ask the suckers up the street if i done dropped somethin’
sold some disses from these n*ggas way before corona
i used to have the b*tch stomp down on sonoma
ask carl who really spent the most money with ’em
you wasn’t runnin’ suckers down, you was runnin’ with ’em
toohda band$, lil tre, skinny t and dex
i’ma put on for my hood because my n*ggas next
never fall out with my n*ggas over no b*tch
homicide, hit the trap and we don’t know sh*t, b*tch
[chorus: toohda band$]
n*ggas tryna snake me for a snitch, i gotta watch it
this 40 on my hip, it ain’t for show, b*tch, i’ma pop it
chemist in the kitchen, whip my wrist until i lock it
i don’t f*ck with opps, i throw it up and then i drop it
i had to slap my b*tch ’cause she was getting out of pocket
if them n*ggas lookin’ for me, tell them n*ggas get it poppin’
posted up on hayes, we got them sticks, we got them rockets
let this chopper sing, call this b*tch letoya luckett

- toohda band lyrics

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