Last inning
Left Lane Didon
GENRE
[Verse 1: Left Lane Didon]
Shit
Peep
Helly snow boots loose, the tongue out
Dumb clout from running routes to the house, I make the plug proud
You play the leech, I get you slugged down
I play discrete if my table get breached, my youngins' bugged foul
The gun snout was loud but with what sound?
Now my brother cash loan wild, this nigga jumped trial
Tree trunk style, I'm one with the ground
As a young child, demeanour was mild until I pumped valves
It turned my mind sideways, caught the flowers like bridesmaids
And stayed up for five days, crime pays in the belly of the East, at least
It's cold outside but niggas tryna beat the heat
From DT's like Geronimo [?]
They looking to follow you to a corner and bottle you with a warrant
Swallow you in the torrent, keep solid, this shit important
Don't wallow in the [?]
[Chorus: Left Lane Didon & All Hail Y.T.]
Trap niggas to rap singers, that's what we are
The last inning, we cash getting, I want it all
Trap niggas to rap singers, that's what we are
The last inning, we cash getting, I want it all
[Verse 2: All Hail Y.T.]
How will you survive in the ghetto?
It's getting dark on many levels
Vendettas get settled with the metal
Grab a shovel, dig a hole for you in the desert
Hide you in the Earth like buried treasure
A thousand grams I had to measure
A [?] were my pleasure
I grind extra, til my eyes like Uncle Fester
Large bags, in the trenches with my comrades
I'm bagging up, got high off the contact
I palm scratch, keep killers for contract like Leon; professional
Put the feral to your chest like stethoscopes, stretching dope
Used to bust them cells at the Texaco
Now it's trips across the border, met the plug in Mexico
Free your Papi
The fetti's I keep, cuban links, Jesus pieces, open shirts, Versace
Proper addresses for handling the ship
And keep a hand right near the Smith and bad intentions
The sky's by warm smiles and gold down
I dust em in a blaze of glory, with the federales waiting for me
No extra dishing, know that they aiming for me
Dip to an island and [?] shortly, retire rich before the age of 40
Nigga
[Chorus: Left Lane Didon & All Hail Y.T.]
Trap niggas to rap singers, that's what we are
The last inning, we cash getting, I want it all
Trap niggas to rap singers, that's what we are
The last inning, we cash getting, I want it all
Shit
Peep
Helly snow boots loose, the tongue out
Dumb clout from running routes to the house, I make the plug proud
You play the leech, I get you slugged down
I play discrete if my table get breached, my youngins' bugged foul
The gun snout was loud but with what sound?
Now my brother cash loan wild, this nigga jumped trial
Tree trunk style, I'm one with the ground
As a young child, demeanour was mild until I pumped valves
It turned my mind sideways, caught the flowers like bridesmaids
And stayed up for five days, crime pays in the belly of the East, at least
It's cold outside but niggas tryna beat the heat
From DT's like Geronimo [?]
They looking to follow you to a corner and bottle you with a warrant
Swallow you in the torrent, keep solid, this shit important
Don't wallow in the [?]
[Chorus: Left Lane Didon & All Hail Y.T.]
Trap niggas to rap singers, that's what we are
The last inning, we cash getting, I want it all
Trap niggas to rap singers, that's what we are
The last inning, we cash getting, I want it all
[Verse 2: All Hail Y.T.]
How will you survive in the ghetto?
It's getting dark on many levels
Vendettas get settled with the metal
Grab a shovel, dig a hole for you in the desert
Hide you in the Earth like buried treasure
A thousand grams I had to measure
A [?] were my pleasure
I grind extra, til my eyes like Uncle Fester
Large bags, in the trenches with my comrades
I'm bagging up, got high off the contact
I palm scratch, keep killers for contract like Leon; professional
Put the feral to your chest like stethoscopes, stretching dope
Used to bust them cells at the Texaco
Now it's trips across the border, met the plug in Mexico
Free your Papi
The fetti's I keep, cuban links, Jesus pieces, open shirts, Versace
Proper addresses for handling the ship
And keep a hand right near the Smith and bad intentions
The sky's by warm smiles and gold down
I dust em in a blaze of glory, with the federales waiting for me
No extra dishing, know that they aiming for me
Dip to an island and [?] shortly, retire rich before the age of 40
Nigga
[Chorus: Left Lane Didon & All Hail Y.T.]
Trap niggas to rap singers, that's what we are
The last inning, we cash getting, I want it all
Trap niggas to rap singers, that's what we are
The last inning, we cash getting, I want it all
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