Lil Lacey

(Talkin bout my pistol

Ain't talkin' to these bitches)

Nigga pointing me out they line-up

Like I gotta filter

How I come or some

Yea Yea

I talk how I want

And my mama who raised me

(That be Lil Lacey)

I get a lil drunk

Hot box a Mercedes

Depend how you act

How I'm gone treat a lady

I get the shit back

So I'm not finna save it

We spinning & popping

We doin it daily

Bitch watch how you talkin'

You got me mistaken

Coming correct on a I.D.

They pointing me out

Only way they can stop me

Pouring Wokhardt in a cup

Full of Hi-C

Talking percentage

No way they can buy me

Baby, just tell me yo fantasies

Mistake him fa me

Ain't no place you would rather be

Baby you caught in the lineup

I'm touching yo body

I'm fucking yo mind up

Tough on the snap

Try to slide up

And bitch we be fishing

We ready to fye it up

Constantly rolling

I never get high enough

Constantly trolling

I'm gone end up blocking her

Got this bitch showing

I'm gone end up popping some

Out on parole

But that shit don't be stopping nothin'

Bumped all the glizzy's

Bad luck with the glocks or some

Baby don't tempt me mistake me

For Opps or somethin'

Baby, I can not control you

Too cold with the handles

I barely could hold you

Got you mistaken

I'm thinking bout the old you

You got me mistaken

I don't even know you

Poppin out cuts I'ma face somethin'

They know how I'm coming

I probably erase somethin'

Don't get caught in the lineup

Won't get you mistaken

You probably gone die or somethin'

Smoking on Opps

Don't match me

Call her baby in a Chevy

We fuck in the back seat

Pretend I'm mistaken

They never gone @ me

I'm done wit my cases

They never gone catch me

Pop out smoke me a wood or somethin'

They pointing me out

Won't confess if I'm doing somethin'

Call Me Lil Lonzo

They know I be shooting somethin'

Police be watching

They know I be moving somethin'

Yea yea

I talk how I want

And my mama who raised me

(That be Lil Lacey)

I get a lil drunk

Hot box a Mercedes

Depend how you act

How I'm gone treat a lady

I get the shit back

So I'm not finna save it

We spinning & popping

We doin it daily

Bitch watch how you talkin'

You got me mistaken

Coming correct on a I.D

They pointing me out

Only way they can stop me

Pouring Wokhardt in a cup

Full of Hi-C

Talking percentage

No way they can buy me

Baby, just tell me yo fantasies

Mistake him fa me

Ain't no place you would rather be

Baby you caught in the lineup

I'm touching yo body

I'm fucking yo mind up

Tough on the snap

Try to slide up

And bitch we be fishing

We ready to fye it up

Constantly rolling

I never get high enough

Constantly trolling

I'm gone end up blocking her

Got this bitch showing

I'm gone end up popping some

Out on parole

But that shit don't be stopping nothin'

Bumped all the glizzy's

Bad luck with the glocks or some

Baby don't tempt me mistake me

For Opps or some

Baby, I can not control you

Too cold with the handles

I barely could hold you

Got you mistaken

I'm thinking bout the old you

You got me mistaken

I don't even know you

Poppin out cuts I'ma face somethin'

They know how I'm coming

I probably erase somethin'

Don't get caught in the lineup

Won't get you mistaken

You probably gone die or somethin'

Yea, Yea