I'm comin through y'all, with the Glock buckin
Ya whole block duckin
Every b**h that I'm f**in with now is co*k s**in
It's like I'm allergic to not f**in
Ya n***as is f*ggots like Rock Hudson and Boy George
I destroy frauds with one verse
n***a we could knuckle up or we could let the guns burst
L is the type, to murder your son first, to get my point across
Since y'all wanna chit or chat with the coppers
Y'all might as well join The Force
Where I'm from believe me, snitches get k**ed
n***as be hustlin daily tryna f** more b**hes than Wilt
Takin pictures in silk, gator'd up
Pa**port: dated up, hair braided up
I f**ed ya b**h but I ain't rape the s*ut she gave it up
I runnin with Wop, you runnin wit me, we runnin together
We get drunk and blunted together
But don't front, the guns is under the leather
Ready to ill, ready to k**, ready to peel
Steppin to Corle' you better be real
Cuz none of my n***as be lettin me chill
My crew be deliverin hot lead
When gats are clenched rappers I clap and lynch
Nobody can f** with the way I be k**in up sh** in rap events
It's like, soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin the people yell
I'm rugged as hell
Brothers can tell, that none of y'all n***as is f**in with L
When I'm that n***a ya ex-pect, to catch wreck on any ca**ette deck
I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet