CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Introducing LoopGod
Hey
Ooh
Know what I mean
N***as shouldn’t be mad at me for how short this is right
(Make that sh*t longer)
Uh
up in the leaf
Then pa** the sh*t around, n***a kicking it like grease
B***er sauce up on my feet, the sneakers unique
You could peace when I make one call, no brawls
All my altercations was with lame a** n***as
That’s why I’m still alive
N***as ain’t aiming pain at Victor
N***as pussifiedk you a tootsie pop
Scared for your life like a rookie cop
Shots stray in the streets all day
N***a the street sweepers burning away
N***as will send you to hell
Fam won’t even pay you a visit
I ain’t f**king with n***as, my room mate is a nickel-platеd trigger
Rappers ain’t f**king with the loop God
I work likе I got two hearts
Leave the rap game in two [?]
Everybody’s body get bodied so they can sleep in a bag
And that’s forever dog, I creep in a Jag
Go shopping in a hoopty, I move smoothly
I traded my Gucci belts for an uzi
My n***as is mad, prolly killing you ain’t a sad topic
My closet alone is a drop kick
I put gravy on beats and make them taste better
You can’t take the recipe from me so it remains forever
I know y’all wish I was dead from what y’all said to me
Y’all had a great run, it just wasn’t meant to be
the loop god
Ooh
Know what I mean
N***as shouldn’t be mad at me for how short this is right
(Make that sh*t longer)
Uh
up in the leaf
Then pa** the sh*t around, n***a kicking it like grease
B***er sauce up on my feet, the sneakers unique
You could peace when I make one call, no brawls
All my altercations was with lame a** n***as
That’s why I’m still alive
N***as ain’t aiming pain at Victor
N***as pussifiedk you a tootsie pop
Scared for your life like a rookie cop
Shots stray in the streets all day
N***a the street sweepers burning away
N***as will send you to hell
Fam won’t even pay you a visit
I ain’t f**king with n***as, my room mate is a nickel-platеd trigger
Rappers ain’t f**king with the loop God
I work likе I got two hearts
Leave the rap game in two [?]
Everybody’s body get bodied so they can sleep in a bag
And that’s forever dog, I creep in a Jag
Go shopping in a hoopty, I move smoothly
I traded my Gucci belts for an uzi
My n***as is mad, prolly killing you ain’t a sad topic
My closet alone is a drop kick
I put gravy on beats and make them taste better
You can’t take the recipe from me so it remains forever
I know y’all wish I was dead from what y’all said to me
Y’all had a great run, it just wasn’t meant to be
the loop god
