LLB Lyrics

I got the call, they dome check my nigga outside his crib

He died sittin' in the car, should've been clutchin' his steel

Nigga, you was out here gettin' it, touchin' a quarter of a mil

Lil' cool nigga ain't have no opps, gotta watch for broke niggas still

I told yo ass to just chill, you ain't gotta flex and show bills

I really wish you would've listened, supposed to touch you a meal

Vic called my phone, heard he probably dropped a few tears

You was just tellin' me how you was finna drop the veneers

You really fucked me up, wish we could get high smoke one more blunt

Now what we supposed to tell your daughter when she due in some months

We all used to talk to you I wish you listen for once

But you a youngin' with that chicken, you just wanted to stunt

Keem hit me last night, I know he goin' through it bad

You was the brother to him and blo' that, them boys never had

Twenty years old with a bag, how the fuck did you flagg'

Should've been clutchin' on your shit, they got the up's on your ass

A nigga couldn't do you like this if you was just movin' righteous

It hurt a nigga to write this, I got the chills while I'm typin

A nigga couldn't do you like this if you was just movin' righteous

It hurt a nigga to write this, I got the chills while I'm typin

Fuck me up bad with this one, cuz

I'ma do this shit for you

I swear to God

They call him bank for a reason, the youngin' really was gleecin'

He was in and out Neiman's just need a chase or a regions

Or he a flip him a pack, that's how they got to his hat

He got set up off a play, that nigga died behind racks

I just wish he moved better, clutch on his tool better

How you let him in the backseat, nigga, you knew better

Used to call my phone whenever, showing me new cheddar

Bro, you had me lost for words, I just got a few letters R.I.P