Luh Tyler – Law & Order

Luh Tyler – Law & Order Lyrics

Artist: Luh Tyler
Song: Law & Order

★ intro ★
Gang, ayy, man
I’m finna, i’m finna just talk some sh#t real quick, man
Skee

Skee, skee
Yeah, man, ayy
Yeah, man, this that law & order part 2, n#gg#
Yeah

Gang, ayy
Yeah, ayy
★ verse ★
I don’t need a b#tch, the benjamins the only thing i need

I just come up off the head, no, i don’t write, don’t gotta read
I’m with your b#tch, we at the waffle house, yeah, we on tennessee
No, i don’t trap but some of my n#gg#s out here servin’ ten a g
You’d think a n#gg# freddy kreuger, i be in your b#tch dreams

I’m tryna run that money up, i’m tryna see some big things
This ho keep blowin’ up my phone, but i just let that b#tch ring
I’m tryna stack this money seven feet tall, yao ming
I’m tryna get straight to the bread, keep on runnin’ up that change

They like, “who is that? he snappin’,” ask your b#tch, she know my name
She know i’m only chasin’ money, n#gg#, i ain’t chasin’ fame
Yeah, i just took a trip to cloud nine, yeah, i’m with mary jane
n#gg#, i been out the way, yeah i been in the studio

I don’t know if i want jayda wayda or a rubi rose
I think this b#tch different, she ain’t nothin’ like them other hoes
Brown skin, she bad as f#ck, i told that b#tch to strike a pose
I’m in tallahassee, fsu, i’m with the seminoles

Man, these jits be hatin’ on me, swear that sh#t be gettin’ old
Florida jit, don’t want no diamonds, you know i just want the golds
If you rockin’, then i’m rollin’, n#gg#, i can’t break the code
No, i can’t break the code, but i can take your b#tch and break her spine

This a classy ho, this b#tch got me outside drinkin’ wine
I’m with mary jane, i’m in the trees, i’m swingin’ through the vine
n#gg#, feelin’ just like tony hawk, i’m steady on the grind
She like, “damn, tyler got the sauce, that n#gg# got the juice”

I don’t like a ratchet ho, i like a b#tch that keep it cute
I be steady paper chasin’, out here gettin’ to the loot
You’d think that boy was in a jet, the way he snatch off in that coupe
I’m in the coupe with mary jane, i’m headed straight to outer space

Boy, you need to watch your b#tch, i see your ho be on my page
I’m just tryna get a buck, a n#gg# feel like tampa bay
This a bad skinny chick, this ho look just like coi leray
I’m tryna run this money up so i can pull up in a wraith

Man, these n#gg#s tryna catch my drift, they tryna ride my wave
I won’t buy a b#tch a ring, but she can get some chick-fil-a
I won’t buy a b#tch a ring, but she can get a 4 for 4
I ain’t focused on a b#tch, you know i’m focused on the dough

I can’t wait to rock the stage, no, i can’t wait to kick the door
They like, “damn, this n#gg# snappin’, man, this n#gg# goin’ crazy”
I’m tryna pull up in that big body benz, yeah, that mercedes
I had slide up on a n#gg# b#tch quick, just like some gravy

I told your b#tch that i’m a dawg, n#gg#, i ain’t talkin’ scooby
I’m finna crank up on the beat, oh yeah, a n#gg# feelin’ groovy
This b#tch got an attitude, this ho be always actin’ moody
No, this ain’t no jayda wayda, this right here big booty judy (gang)
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Release Year: 2022