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Laro Don - R.T.A.D lyrics

Artist: Laro Don

album: R.T.A.D


Had to run man down
Don't beg for ya life
Close range shot now
Now blood on my pipe
Track suit, gloves, black air force Nike
Bando baby I swear on my life
I know bout white, don't know bout swipes
Ever seen a man with a visceral wound
That's when guts leak from belly
Seen the 44 man leg turn jelly
Caught him flat foot outside of the telly
New mad max and I call coby
He shoot like SWISS
I dare man owe me
Brand new 9 and it with a laser
Sound of the shot know hit sumn major
All white Ts now it look like a strainer
Trust no one but my plug he a stranger
Chosen one I was born in a manger
Been a rude boy I was born like that
If I spin block and man don't drop
Amma spin right back
Move yuh hand from yuh face fool!
It can't block no shots
And I don't shoot legs
Like my gyal on her period
I came for the head
Grmy outside and I sleep with my 9 in my bed
Who the fuck said trapping was dead!? Wah
Made a mill last night fuck real estate
I'm a bad boy, amma buy some lead 'wicked'
Amma stack the and I fuck the feds
Caught 4 in the chest
Made him skanky leg
And this 44 blow like a tanker
If it ever jams amma run down pan him with my shanker
Just lost my dawg last week
Had to bounce back
So I shot like 4 of my ops in a week
And I'm cocky as shit cause you don't make mills if you meek
Had to delete my gram last night
Cuz I made like 1.5 overnight
In love with the streets
Amma trap for life
Like polo Ts buss a pack of white
Just shot two youths for the cause
Had to make it spark like July 4
In love with my wife
But I still like whores
How you calling me a dog
You the one on all 4s
And I don't pay shooters
Fill the tank with gas
Load up the belly of all these straps
Wet up yuh enz
Cardi chill, Weh yuh know bout waps?!
All that chat
You ain't seen my block
You ain't seen this straps STUPID!
And I know this fool listen Roadman trap
Want me call mad max?
You know what happens when I spin blocks
If the clip ain't empty
Then I'm turning back
How the fuck you a shotta and your head top loose
Keep a deuce deuce and it's tucked in my boots
Still sparked him up don't come for no truce
Man move!
Never seen a bad boy this damn smooth
Never seen a yard man this damn rude
Hold up' wait, this is yuh gyal? why she sending me nudes?
All this talk what you trying to prove
Oh mans tough?
Let's try bullet proof!
And we don't drive by and pull off
Me and my dawgs we pull up and park
Walk down pan him like young man have this
That's what I call elegant badnis'
Had to delete my gram last night
Cuz I made like 1.5 overnight
In love with the streets
Amma trap for life
Like polo Ts buss a pack of white
Just shot two youths for the cause
Had to make it spark like July 4
In love with my wife
But I still like whores
How you calling me a dog
You the one on all 4s
Had to delete my gram last night
Cuz I made like 1.5 overnight
In love with the streets
Amma trap for life
Like polo Ts buss a pack of white
Just shot two youths for the cause
Had to make it spark like July 4
In love with my wife
But I still like whores
How you calling me a dog
You the one on all 4s BITCH!

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