B-Lovee – PDL Lyrics

PDL Lyrics by B-Lovee

[Intro]

Niggas getting shot

Tryna make please don’t lack

[Magic]

Nigga please don’t lack

Graah

[Chorus]
Don’t get shot tryna make PDL
Hollows hot, but ain’t hotter than hell
Give her a band, for her nails
Niggas be fans, give em’ shells
Little bro tryna send, if he scream 41 send em in
Red dot, put it right on his chin
Whatever he say, he won’t say it again
Number one, ain’t no taking my spot
Bitch I’m back, and I’m on hots
Toting my strap, smoking on Rah, Lotti, Dummy they all in a box
Where the rey? Where the beans?
Backdoor gang, they put one in his bean
L to thе O, you know how it go
Throw up the Y, then we making a scеne
[Verse]
COE, ain’t no changing my team
So tell niggas get off my dick
I-I got a Glock-19 with a beam
If they screaming 4s, I let it rip
So many shots in this clip
I-I let this hoe eat the dick
Let em’ think they reversing the V on that block
Put some holes in that whip
Niggas bummy, get some money
They can’t do it (They can’t do it)
Niggas laughing, ain’t shit funny
We get to it (We get to it)
All they brothers, in a casket
Niggas losing, now who laughing?
Niggas stupid, bro get active
He gon do it, Graah
Free the goons, you know they make it happen
All these new niggas, don’t know why they rapping
And I ain’t let em’ know I was packing
All you gon’ hear is that screaming and clapping
And I got that shit in my jacket
One false move, on bro imma clap him
They be hating, I ain’t average
They won’t say it, I get active
Tryna see what that talk bout
One shot to the leg, tryna’ walk it out
Gave him a chance, we can’t talk it out
I done ran up them bands, I’m important now
Sipping that lean, I’m relapsing
Baby girl, she keep asking “What happened?”
Free all my guys, they be trapped in
I saw my bro in a casket
[Chorus]
Don’t get shot tryna make PDL
Hollows hot, but ain’t hotter than hell
Give her a band, for her nails
Niggas be fans, give em’ shells
Little bro tryna send, if he scream 41 send em in
Red dot, put it right on his chin
Whatever he say, he won’t say it again
Number one, ain’t no taking my spot
Bitch I’m back, and I’mim on hots
Toting my strap, smoking on Rah, Lotti, Dummy they all in a box
Where the rey? Where the beans?
Backdoor gang, they put one in his bean
L to the O, you know how it go
Throw up a Y, then we making a scene, like