Song: STIGMATA
Artist:  Lukah
Year: 2021
Viewed: 52 - Published at: a year ago

[Verse 1: Boldy James]
What else?
At all
Where we at, 227
This block work
Sway time mafia what else
Let's get it

Aye
Been doing this since a snot nose
Ain't no coming back when them shots blow
Remember running back to Costo like
Bruh these shit got funky round the way
Had to 3 three out the K
Now he ducked off out the way
Had to reroute the play
Drop a 6 in the pot, givin hops like Doctor Jay
Heard he done with my opps, OPP Hip Hop Hooray
50 drum on my Glock, Dopey-T ain't bout to play
Clean him up with the mop, Got OCD I love to spray
Plug called he want his pay
Cuz called, "I'm on my way"
Fell asleep smoking weed
Codeine in my ocean spray
Strongest cookie in the city, got exotic off flesh
That's 100 bows at time, now that's what you call major
Dwelling in that skyscraper
Mancho with the elevast stick on me no fly paper
Don't do no free felony favors
Pull up and collect, my youngin keep telling me, "later"
Broke little fingers up to the private investigator
[verse 2: Lukah]
Moved in silence, get in and out, that's how the block work
Been around the girl that ain't shit, I know how the blocks work
I'm out the dirt, CREAM I crave and ain't shit to make a call
Cousins said he sending some bows, and i'mma move 'em all
Rough and rugged how I'm constructed
My chain, I never tuck it
Backwoods look like a pregnant bitch pearling her fattest nuggets
Heard they want war, then so be it, we'll murk 'em all, fuck it
Stolen bucket, AR and LAP, this ain't no fucking musket
Catch me out in public blowing loud like Satchmo's trumpet
Heard trouble comin, I ain't running bruh
Shit my heater dumping off the hip
I stay equipped, will make a rapper RIP
Heard he talking lip, them dogs at him nigga, that's off the rip
Ounces flip, turn them to P's, I'll teach 'em thugamatics
Pistol addict, I gotta have it, bullets they come sporadic
Semi automatic stay on me, at home and out in traffic
Told you that we shooting these actors homie, this cinematic
Kush fanatic I gotta have it, rolling sweet aromatics
Frontin' killer then meet the .40 we can't be diplomatic
where I roll, we call that multitasking
Nina apparatus in case suckers wanna be target practice
Walk up to your house, knock on your door, you know the rest nigga
Blessed nigga, fucking with god, I'll bet you rest nigga
Am who I am at all times, no need to impress niggas
Space a couple blunts through the day, so I don't stress niggas
Get the castros drilled in my brain, gee all i know is getting
Shotty got a drum on a nigga, I call that heavy lifting
South Memphis, Live and direct I know they feel attention
Accurate with this cig muh fucka I don't need an extension
Word

( Lukah )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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