Los - Reppin Lyrics

Swagga Boy Los - Reppin Lyrics:

(Chorus)

I’m throwing up my hood in every city that I step in

Swagga on killa, automatic weapon

Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession

As the world turns I’m just doing it for my section

I’m reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib

Reppin for the crib, yea I’m reppin for the crib

Yea I’m reppin for that four one, for that four one

Cuz you know I had to do it for my section

Where you from?

 

(Verse 1)

LOS!

I’m out that back up, back up

Get away from the *blaka blaka*, get it straight

Niggas need to get a cake, get the crack in the day,

Put crack in the cat, push back to the Yay

Where they hug blocks, buww shots,

Hustle all day, scream f-ck cops

Run shots, hitting in the hole

Niggas aint never had enough guap

What pops? household?

Niggas aint never had a whole house

Lights off, red dude

Landlord said we gotta roll out

And its cold out, what the f-ck

Roll out, button up

Zone out, toughen up

No doubt, f-ck is up

Uh, my niggas get it from them Cuban dudes

Push squares on blocks, then flip them like a rubiks cube!

Before I took a milli it was silly on the beat

Keep it trilly, man my niggas had a milli in the streets

Theres some things about my past that feel really incomplete

But if you stomping me to death you couldn’t kill me with the feet

I’m from Baltimore city aint nobody stopping this flight

Best rapper alive, you don’t like it, we could fist fight

(Chorus)

I’m throwing up my hood in every city that I step in

Swagga on killa, automatic weapon

Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession

As the world turns I’m just doing it for my section

I’m reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib

Reppin for the crib, yea I’m reppin for the crib

Yea I’m reppin for that four one, for that four one

Cuz you know I had to do it for my section

Where you from?

(Verse 2)

Uh

Ok, I’m form where that drama come, around just like karma come

Back around, just ask around, no backing down, we palm a gun

I’ve been on my money chase, momma hear them commas come,

So I could fill up banks at the crib, like I’m Carlton

I got the will to survive and they can’t live,

The bitches switch characters on niggas like Aunt Viv

The Crown Aint Safe, yall niggas just dense

Yall want to know who took it, I left you Fresh Prince

Flip that shit, till I get that coupe

Hit that stripper to get that loot

Whip that soda on the side, yea that chicken noodle soup

Make them fiends harlem shake, but they never fall down

I’m the big deal from a small town

(Chorus)

I’m throwing up my hood in every city that I step in

Swagga on killa, automatic weapon

Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession

As the world turns I’m just doing it for my section

I’m reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib

Reppin for the crib, yea I’m reppin for the crib

Yea I’m reppin for that four one, for that four one

Cuz you know I had to do it for my section

Where you from?