Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neighborhood, artist - Lil Loaded.
Date of issue: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Neighborhood |
Do you want smoke? |
We want all the smoke |
One, Two |
Grimey bang dueces |
Three, Four |
Bring the smoke to his door |
Five, Six |
Loaded Bang Six-O |
Seven, Eight |
Murda caught em' with a draco |
I’m a real killa' I ain’t worried about a fight |
Nigga shot me in my head, pussy died the same night |
They like get away from Dallas, you gon' throw away yo' life |
Keep a big ol' glizzy on me, just to make up for the height |
Ask about me in the city, know we still be earning stripes |
Cause im rollin' and rollin' six-o fosho |
Pull that forty ima' blow |
Just like bacon he get smoked |
No operation, he get poked |
Ay, lets get it, get it, go |
One, Two |
Grimey bang dueces |
Three, Four |
Bring the smoke to his door |
Five, Six |
Loaded Bang Six-O |
Seven, Eight |
Murda caught em' with a draco |
I ain’t gotta aim the drake cause all I gotta do is swing you |
We ain’t playin' on this drill I said fuck it ima' wing it |
Loaded keep on shootin' the glizzy now he got my ears clinging |
Track took me to the jeweler now he got my grill blingin' |
Fuck this bitch one time now the bitch be still finkin' |
Told her that I bust a nut and the bitch be still eatin' |
Yeah, they know im a rapper but this drake be still singin' |
If he dissin' on the gang he fuck around and get a feature |
One, Two |
Grimey bang dueces |
Three, Four |
Bring the smoke to his door |
Five, Six |
Loaded Bang Six-O |
Seven, Eight |
Murda caught em' with a draco |
First hand I had seen what the choppas do to that flesh |
You run up on Loaded ima' blast you |
Leave yo' goofy ass dead |
I’m a neighborhood baby, bitch, clean up my mecc |
He tried to run, I hit his ones and then I knocked off his check |
Murda', Murda', thats my brotha' bitches murdas' she wrote |
Loaded, Loaded, he be rollin', bitch, he be bangin' Six-O |
Bumper to bumper, made him crash, damn near knocked off his door |
That AR pistol never jam, I thank the lord for my scope |
One, Two |
Grimey bang dueces |
Three, Four |
Bring the smoke to his door |
Five, Six |
Loaded Bang Six-O |
Seven, Eight |
Murda caught em' with a draco |