Lutunza Songtext

von Wu-Syndicate

[Myalansky]
Let's get this money for real.
It's time to get paid baby.
Lutunza. All that shit.
For real. It's planned gains.
Just don't want no money. For real.
Shit is real in the feel out here.
Yeah.

When iron spit, cats fold, infact get their life froze
Model hit, stallion, medallion, Fedel Castro
Cigars lit, coke sniffs got face slashed and ?raw-dick?
Heist 20th century glock, murder with own clip
Eighty-t along things, storm rip
Spots, where the bricks, eight-box, jewellery?
Empire fall quick, project legacy involved with
Incarcerated thugs came home, so we linked, form a swarm click
Operate extortion on some calm shit, faggot catch snitched
Yo, tell him what happened, haven't been found since
Two rounds from ?autopsy?, bound ?drip?
Barely decomposed corpse, laced ?, out of town ditch
Cheddar got me hungry, open eye's lids
Two lies, cry, innocent die, attention is undivided
Lives got you cryin when homicide hit
Look them niggaz shinin, news report, no one can find him

[Chorus: Myalansky]
Ain't no surprise, where the funds at? Lutunza hit
Panic or flich, get clapped, can't stand in your pants
Thought he used his head, but he snitched
Fat look, snatch up, duck tape him and his man and his bitch
Eight hundred thousand dollars, damn it, we're rich
Found dead, stallion horse head in your whip
Tote, heist 20th century glock, guns and clips
Run your shit, funds and bricks, lutunza hit

[Myalansky]
So, what's the chemistry, who ran in your spot, plannin your plot?
Half a brick sting, Hermy Heavy, hand me the glock