Lil Dude – Limpin lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh
And I told these niggas once
Trapnanana! Woah, yuh
Lil ass girls, why these niggas run they mouth
Yuh, yuh
Trapnanana! Luciano!

[Chorus]
Man, I told these niggas once, I ain't gon' tell they ass again
How the fuck these niggas know that I grabbed that pack from him?
'Cause these niggas run they mouth like some little ass girls
Niggas know I'm getting money, and they know this shit our world
Diamonds on you, they not hitting
My shooter, he's shooting precision
She hearing me, gave it a listen
I'm ducking one time in the trenches
He hit and I'm tryna uplift him
In the field, I play every position
He don't want no beef he be tipping
I'm walking with two 30s, that's why I'm limping

[Verse 1]
That's why I'm tripping, I grabbed me the packs and I flipped them
I caught your big homie then dipped him
We got guns and we got ammunition
Taliban, I got the vision
I fucked around, made my decision
Niggas gotta come up missing
I called up my young'n, he's hitting
Foreign car parked in the parkway like 'fuck it'
I wanna fuck like Doug & McLovin
I'm on the hi-tech, you know I love it
I'm on the block I don't hang with no busters
Lame ass niggas say this shit be bussin'
Finesse these niggas like they're from out the country
Mob ties, nigga, I ain't going like Sonny
Run this shit up, need the money

[Chorus]
Man, I told these niggas once, I ain't gon' tell they ass again
How the fuck these niggas know that I grabbed that pack from him?
'Cause these niggas run they mouth like some little ass girls
Niggas know I'm getting money, and they know this shit our world
Diamonds on you, they not hitting
My shooter, he's shooting precision
She hearing me, gave it a listen
I'm ducking one time in the trenches
He hit and I'm tryna uplift him
In the field I play every position
He don't want no beef he be tipping
I'm walking with two 30s, that's why I'm limping

[Verse 2]
I came in the game by myself, niggas, they needed some help
Summer school, I had the Glock on me when I had to go to Phelps
These niggas playing with death
Fucking with me? boy that's bad for your health
Playing with the water like Michael Phelps
Better play your cards right 'cause that shit already dealt
Bro in the trap and he whipping up Old Bay
I'm a shooter, I can show you how to bake a cake
Hood on my head like the KKK
Told granny she can get the dope, it's on layaway
First of the month, that pay day
Free Joe Bean and Sae Sae
Free D-Money like yesterday
I jugged him for one time yesterday

[Chorus]
Man, I told these niggas once, I ain't gon' tell they ass again
How the fuck these niggas know that I grabbed that pack from him?
'Cause these niggas run they mouth like some little ass girls
Niggas know I'm getting money, and they know this shit our world
Diamonds on you, they not hitting
My shooter, he's shooting precision
She hearing me, gave it a listen
I'm ducking one time in the trenches
He hit and I'm tryna uplift him
In the field I play every position
He don't want no beef he be tipping
I'm walking with two 30s, that's why I'm limping