Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seconds Later (Freestyle), artist - 9lokkNine. Date of issue: 26.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Seconds Later (Freestyle) |
| Woodley on the beat |
| I got a fat ass just smoking right now |
| Full of that gas, full of that gas |
| Keep me out yo' mentions (oh yuh, oh yuh) |
| If it’s beef then put the patty on the biscuit (I swear) |
| Ain’t go to college but I got far from my tuition |
| And all these niggas stealing my flows jitts my children (wait) |
| Damn, wait I got children I had to snap back to my senses (oh yuh, oh yuh) |
| Flawless gang got me grilling from the dentist (bling, blaow) |
| I had her on my knees but know she ain’t repenting |
| We catch a bitch right by the E-Pass then we send it (come here) |
| You got no g-pad got my brother sentenced |
| He went to court them crackers hollering apprehend him (they took my niggas) |
| She wanna fuck 'cause I’m a seven-figure nigga |
| Man that hoe can’t get a smirk but Imma grill her |
| This jit got beans in every color he got skittles (oh yuh, oh yuh) |
| She wanna Porsche so I done hit her with the rental |
| The way she threw that ass back it broke my fender (she wrecked the car) |
| These niggas undercover brothers what’s they gender (like who you are) |
| I want that sour bitch she musky and she bitter |
| But she devour dick, esophagus, and liver (oh yuh, oh yuh) |
| The way them 762s hit 'em ripped the tissue |
| I feel like tim 'cause now I’m dunkin' off my dribble |
| I fuck with schooly bitch but don’t call me no riddle |
| Oh I could be yo' Winnie the Pooh you be my Tigger |
| She want a 4 for 4 I told her hold this dinner (oh yeah this dinner) |
| I got that package off that low came from my nigga |
| You better not lack at all, you lack then you remember (you be remembered) |
| I know lil huncho and OD born in September ('cause them my niggas) |
| I bet we feasting on another meal in November |
| And grab yo' coat 'cause it get chilly in December (oh yuh, oh yuh) |
| Don’t hopscotch, take a step you’ll be a victim (come on, come on) |
| The cops out, the blocks hot, we had to hit 'em (we gotta go) |
| I rock out, I got my (oh rock out nigga) |
| And I know if I ain’t have all this money you wouldn’t be tender (swear) |
| I know who you is, throw you off, say you look familiar |
| The way we roll a nigga block we some armadillos (oh yuh, oh yuh) |
| And they some caterpillars |
| He got a hundred thugging in the rental (I swear) |
| I sent my sliders just to slide and they spin like some spinners (come on) |
| He fell deep off in that water he sprayed 'em then drift 'em (oh yeah he |
| drowning) |
| He tried to creep around the back that shit there for beginners |
| And Imma pick up where you lack momma raised a lil winner (come on) |
| That Mercy baby out the drive now it’s fur and chinchillas (blaat!) |
| I don’t even know what the fuck chinchillas is, my manager told me though |
| Imma be in that shit, sauce nigga (saucy) |