Deko - LeTumbapart1 lyrics

[Verse 1: J.I.D.] Y'all n***as lookin' like money, ching ching Light shine, starin' at your wrist, bling bling Lightweight J.I.D., get drunk off a Yuengling Let that thing sing, sing, sing, send him to Sing Sing But I ain't got time for no jail time, no Pick them shells up, let 'em cool down, blow Pull up to your big a** crib like (Hello!) Nobody here? Y'all ready to go? I got Division(thevision) like Mansa Musa Can f** your b**h like a barracuda Uzi tooly Boolie, who the shooter? Yeah, it's not mine, cause I forgot the ruger Never been a gangster, Im riding with my seatbelt on, tryna drive and roll up all of this weed in my palms [Verse 2: J.I.D.] Twenty-five to life, it all started with a c**a leaf I swear i been the dopest this not how its supposed to be n***as spent the bend and shot at everybody close to me And they k**ed my n***a T, dome shot, R.I.P n***as k**ing n***as I ain't even get the notion They out here catching bodies and a n***a ain't provoke em Oh sh**, guess I need to pick me up a strap now Nowadays, n***as dont even know how to act (Bow) Run to the hills to avoid the high waters They flooded the crops, k** pops, they tryn done us They Marshawn Lynch with the Glock, they ran rumpus Dunk us, Jordan signs seen clear when they stomp us Sick of Atlanta, I hit my girl, then flew to Dulles Bumping Dwele, dwelling on the past they ain't tell us about All we do is accept they bullsh** they sell us [Outro: Key!] Okay! n***as ain't talking how they living (Mumbling, repetitive 'For real!' 'Okay!') [Outro: Leonardo DiCaprio]