LL50 Lyrics – Nettspend

Read the full LL50 lyrics by Nettspend from the album Virginia Creeper along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Nettspend’s music, you can also explore Nite nite and JSX, two other songs by Nettspend.

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
(I stay dropping so many bags, yeah)
(Hermès on my bags, yeah)
(I say, “Jeans sagging,” jeans)
(Said all my jeans sagging)
(Yeah, fein, fein, fein)

[Chorus]
Why my— why my jeans sagging, what? (What?)
And my fiends having (Fiends having)
And my team having (The switch)
And the stripper smaking
Boy, my shooter savage (Savage)
Boy, my shooter savage (Shoot ’em)
Tell ’em, “Shoot ’em, it’s a habit,” uh
424 on the mask, uh
Nettspend get that bag, yeah
Everybody know that I’m bad, yeah (What?)
Everybody know that I’m that, yeah (What? What?)
Hermès on my bag (What?)
Hermès on her bag (Hermès on ’em)
I just signеd in cash, uh (All cash)
Put you in a bag (Push it, push it back)

[Verse 1]
Push it, push it back, push it, push it back (Doot, doot, doot)
Yeah, I want that pu*sy cat, want that pu*sy cat
Oh my G— oh my God, it’s love, oh my God, it’s slatt
Oh my— oh my God, it’s plugs, I’m finna take ‘еm off the map (Ah)
All that talking s*it behind my back, behind my back, yeah
All them fake pussies tryna act like you been that (What?)
Lamborghini back, fu*k, Asian ho a gnat (A gnat)
I got titties on my strap, I got fifties on my strap (Long live 50)

[Bridge]
Long live 50, I got fifty (Fifty)

Long live 50, I got fifty (Fifty, long live my brother)
Long live 50, I got fifty (Fu*k, fu*k)
Long live 50, I got fifty (Fu*k, fu*k, fu*k, fu*k, fu*k)

[Verse 2]
I just want some Vans, b!tch, fu*k the feds, yeah
I’m off dope while skating, I got sticks in hand (Let’s go)
I just put on my Js, I’m finna make a play (My jam)
I’m finna pop, what you saying? I’m finna pop, what you saying? (Let’s fu*k)

[Chorus]
Why my— why my jeans sagging, what? (What the fu*k?)
And my fiends having (Fiends having)
And my team having (My team having)
And the stripper smaking (Motion)
Boy, my shooter savage, woah
Boy, my shooter savage (Woo)
Tell ’em, “Shoot ’em, it’s a habit,” uh (Woo, woo, woo)
424 on the mask, uh
Nettspend get that bag, uh
Everybody know that I’m bad, yeah (Everybody)
Everybody know that I’m that, yeah (Woo)
Hermès on my bag (Woo)
Hermès on her bag (My bag)
I just signed in cash, uh (All cash)
Put you in a bag (Let’s— black truck)

[Outro]
(Fu*k)