Lincoln Loud

Hold up, let me talk about the home team and the real: Yeah, free KJ, tell 'em stand up, show 'em how we feel. He did what he had to, they know the score is paid, He rack the Ram TK and watched the whole damn thing get played. Heard Christopher still a bitch, yeah, talkin' on the line, And Hale ain't get his get back, that's a truth they can't resign. The street got a memory, they gon' pay for what they owe, When I'm spinning on they block, that's the message that I throw. [Verse : Baby Kia] Ha, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, ay BK, alright These niggas tryna dodge us, but they not though Catch him in the street we leave him there just like a pothole He think he big? i sit him right down with this micro The way i drive a Nissan, better hope that he got Geico I shot this one hoe in the arm cuz i can't hit hoes They asked me why i slimed him out, cuz twin that's his bro [Chorus: Lil Tim] I'm in the booth with 9 hoes, feel like I'm Lincoln Loud We geeked off on the whip and killed his ass and sent him to the cloud They say jay can't come around cuz they can't calm me down Suppressor on the stick with monkey nuts, that bitch won't make a sound Threesome with 2 bad bitches, make 'em fuck each other Me and switch be tag teaming hoes, call him my smash brother Hoe yo pussy reek, so when you leave you need to take the cover Kicked her out the spot, that's where she fucked up thinkin im a lover im an opp block looking for a ghost buster