Leeky Bandz - TRIP 2 LAGO Lyrics

Ahh Ahh Ahh
Woah Woah
Rubi Rosa
Ayo Tino, you bodied this beat
Woah woah

We gonna keep spinning like a fidget
Woah woah
We gonna keep spinning like a fidget

Really really I don't use cups no more
Really really I don't get fly no more
Really really I don't even dance no more
For real,
I was too high a nigga done maxed out all my accounts
I don't pop Xan's no more
Ha, we got back though
HRRR
I don't use cups no more
I drank it out the bottle
I don't sip red drink
Really really really really
I don't get fly no more
Cause I'm really not a model
We drifting to Lago
Switching the time zone
Big Pimping
Getting busy via the IPhone
Ten blickers
Did stick ups to make the cash long
Clothes in the bag
Nigga run me that
Pay your taxes
We ain't with none of that
Come on,
All of that flashing
Get you Mummy wrapped
Tuff accidents get your STUMMY clapped
Hrr hrrr, Woah woah woah
Ah hrrr hrr,
Woah woah woah
I don't use cups no more
Drank it out the
I don't sip red drink
Really really
Really really
I don't get fly no more
Cause I'm really not a model
We drifting to LAGO
Switching the time zone
Okayyyy,

Ay y'all already know wtf is going on man
It's your boy Krazy Dee, man
The Future of Coney
Shoutout the Future Sound NY
Shoutout to my boy Leeky man,
Stop fucking playing man
We is not playing this year!

Hrrrr,
What the fuck you thought
I was done ??

Okay, let's take it way back
Before my shirt was from Givenchy
Or let's take it way back
Was buying Blow-Up beds from JC penny
I wish I can play it all the way to elementary
Kassandra be watching me
Like she miss me
Come on,
I had to wash my dishes
Got a daughter that I love
So I deny the kissing
Future Sound apron with the gloves
When I'm inside the kitchen
Thinking about cooking some Steak or Chicken
And if you thinking bout steaking
Just to get me
Tell them boys forget it
I'm not God
Ain't here to forgive you,
We send eyes to ceilings
Dada da da
I call that A,
I call that A rooftop nigga
Why you shooting in the sky
That's a rooftop Killer
I crucified your big dog
I want to hang your shooter
Everybody getting Fentanyl
I figured they recruiting
My trigger finger itch dog,
It's hard not to shoot him
New Fendi glove
Gold plated clip to fit in the Ruger
Ha, woah woah woah
I don't sip red no more
Woah woah woah
I don't even dance no more
A woah woah woah
I can't even walk on my toes
In this bitch
HOT
You already know the vibes
Me, Rubi and Tino in this bitch
We just T'd up
The love is Real
The energy is Rare

Goooo!
Im here

Everything is in place you already know what's up
Live in motion
Year of the Tiger shit....