Lyrics Harrison Ford - Lv.4, The Underachievers

Harrison Ford

Never fake I play my role, could call me Harrison Ford
Han solo with the saber, princess Leia with the lord
Devil’s lettuce from the west I ship it back and blow if forward
Keep a strap, I’m full of tech like I was Indiana Jones
Don’t be tryna call me up when I don’t fuck with what you saying
Niggas told me they was up, we check the score these niggas playing
I was raised up in the 90s with Steve Urkel and the
I ain’t like these newer niggas we was nevr built the same
And now we too frsh in the city, LV always with me
Tryna fuck with all my niggas, we gone let em hold like 50
Niggas stuck and looking silly, shorty said she feel me
I might take her from you nigga, I don’t fight over no biddies
But Im still with getting down, two piece hit a clown
Load the clips up with the rounds, we deading all the sounds
Roll the spliffs up by the pound, blow circles in my clouds
Ride the wave you might just drown, I’m cleaning up the town
Im in the back seat riding clean, I had the ratchet with the beam
I pulled up with the gangsta lean, no double cup, promethazine
I blow her back out, her the scream, she tell me Issa what she need
Whatchu see?
Tell me whachu see, my nigga real talk
With a foreign chick, don’t got no green card
The can’t kill a G we always respawn
Lately, I’ve been stacking, know it’s no E sharp
And then I repeat, I told her I can help her vision with these VVs
Yeah baby walk straight to the light and you gone be free
She know I get all my wishes work the Chi Chi, and this the cheat sheet
I wear my heart out on display, keep it real don’t fake
Keep me in the complex they be down to spray the kay
Never catch me slipping what a bitch nigga no way
Told that bitch come back, go back to the crib and then I slay
Keep a calm pulse, my life like a coin toss
I got hittas on call, I got groupies on call
My dick breaking down walls, need her fix she got withdrawals
Make you flip like summersaults, told her take the summer off
Beast mode, I’ve been stuck in beast mode, this shit like a free throw
You niggas on my sheesh hoe
I got shooters here then Heathrow
Gotta stay prepared, extra clips in case of reload
Never fake I play my role, could call me Harrison Ford
Han solo with the saber, princess Leia with the lord
Devil’s lettuce from the west I ship it back and blow if forward
Keep a strap, I’m full of tech like I was Indiana Jones