Lord Lord Lord - Cyhi The Prynce, K Camp

Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing

This life too crazy, I swear it’s insane

Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time

Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie

Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing

This life too crazy, I swear it’s insane

Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time

Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie

Lord Lord Lord, Lord Lord Lord

Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time

Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie

Cause shawty the truth, look like somebody just shot at the coupe

I call it my Kennedy whip, I’m missing apart of my roof

My people been flashy since Africa, so pardon my roots

Choking on kush, got this rope on my neck I won’t call it a noose

But I’m keeping the peace, I won’t call it a truce

Glock or revolver, it don’t matter cause all of 'em shoot

Been ballin' since I was a youth, I look like a starter from Duke

Lord I just wanna make a Meek Mill and menage with my blue flute

This bitch ain’t from Kalamazoo

Boy it’s all in the suit, roses are red, violets are blue

My money, my pistol, my diamonds are too

So bring all of the goose, rosé and all of the brew

I be reneging the space cause I got a hard time following suit

Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing

This life too crazy, I swear it’s insane

Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time

Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie

Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing

This life too crazy, I swear it’s insane

Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time

Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie

Lord Lord Lord, Lord Lord Lord

Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time

Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie

Lord Lord Lord, if they wanna go to war war war

I got two .22's, one about four .44's

My daddy told me, you can die by the sword sword sword

But I ain’t got no choi-choi-choice

Cause some shits you can’t affor-for-ford

So I’m ridin' round east Atlanta knowin' knowin' knowin'

Why I’m serving niggas by choi-choi-choice

So before I got six feet, I wanna turn Peachtree into Freaknik

Toot my own horn, nigga, beep beep

Got a French hoe whole love to oui oui

And the pussy clean, she a neat freak

Fuck her so good she got a TT

I got a lead road runner, shawty meep meep

Kush came in the jar like it’s pig feet

Back when I used to rock Enyce

I was tryna get her out of Baby Phat

Her boyfriend call her from Chile

Talking 'bout «Can I get my baby back?»

Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing

This life too crazy, I swear it’s insane

Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time

Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie

Lord Lord Lord, I cannot tell if they playing

This life too crazy, I swear it’s insane

Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time

Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie

Lord Lord Lord, Lord Lord Lord

Look at my wrist, you can tell I ain’t got time

Look at my bitch, you can tell I ain’t lie