Lyrics L.O.N.D-Boy - Krept, KONAN, G Frsh

L.O.N.D-Boy

I’m a L.O.N D-Boy
Yeah I’m a hustler
On top of the work don’t ask what I’m under
Ten good years got my pockets all pumped up
Now I make man retire like a puncture
Sittin somewhere in South
Gettin money by the thousands
If money really talks then my nigga I’m shouting
Buff ting browning passenger seat pouting
Dentist the way that I feel I need crowning
Drew her from West like Khalifa
Cah every D-Boy needs a diva
Even if you were a hottie couldn’t beat cuz
Cah you just pretend ballers FIFA
L.O.N D-Boy fitting when I brick lay two chains
Fly even when I look plain
Yeah you’re looking at a pilot
I give you the programme to next years fly shit
Tell 'em I’ma
All around the money and a few girls
I sea-food so I eat well
If I get head I won’t tell
She wanna run train cah we keep it rail
See me with a hot chick, so fine
Wanna give me brain but I don’t mind
No we don’t queue, my circle don’t line
Get it?
Queue.
Circle.
Don’t line
Left him in hospital, I ain’t got patience
Everybody back up nobody can save him
Might see my dawgs on a rage ting
Two fours if they ate him
So stop hyping up, word to the princess you don’t wanna di-an-a
Cause I’m fly as fuck, got hoes on me like a fire truck
I’m a L.O.N D-Boy (repeat)
You already know who
Used to see weed now it’s sand bags and boat shoes
In the mirror thinking how them sundays are old news
Get it?
Mirror.
Sundays.
Old news
Cause everything we do is a piss take
I take your girl call that a mis-take
So I ain’t mad that my ex are gone
Its their loss, I’m in sick shape
I ain’t got a house but I’ll bet you she’ll let me
Cut and then beat always have me gettin sweaty
Oh well don’t be getting out your shell
Or my don’ll pull the pump out over something petty
You get me, surrounded by winners
They say life’s short what you talkin bout Willis
Even at the trap I’m still giving out pictures
Listening to Frenchie tryna get her out her knickers
I’m a L.O.N D-Boy (repeat)