I'm either cooking dope or selling dope Come and get it if you lookin, I ain't stretching dope Scoring on the bluff, I'm tryna catch a slope? Up under your house, tryna listen with the stepper scope That gangsta shit, that ain't the shit you ready for How I'm coming with the drum and you would never know Dress up like a woman and they let it go Narco trafficante cocaina (?)
Double cups of syrup, bet they bag (?) bad move Matter fact shawty say she love my tattoos I don't smile, South side Baton Rouge had it wild coming up Didn't happen over night, took a while coming up (?) broke my jaw with the flash light All because I ain't want make my pockets look like bunny ears Killed a nigga, broken (?) piss running down my leg We ain't hide the gun behind Ms Cadney (?) house Out my business, learnt how to keep my partners out Sip ya tea pussy don't know what you talkin bout Fresh felly with the line (?) Bought cars for my team now we all up Get out of line with my team and we all bussed Cutting up bad, (?) through the bands Salmonella passed, hanging off my ass 9 milli 38 don't make me do the hammer dance
I'm either cooking dope or selling dope Come and get it if you lookin, I ain't stretching dope Scoring on the bluff, I'm tryna catch a slope? Up under your house, tryna listen with the stepper scope That gangsta shit, that ain't the shit you ready for How I'm coming with the drum and you would never know Dress up like a woman and they let it go Narco trafficante cocaina (?)
Bricks to the South, Beeto and Bryan South 14 let the house gettin off Redid the over shawty took it and then got lost on my nigga damn Now I'm wishin I could talk to my nigga Feds snatch Eazy, he should've ran I wasn't lucky I got picked up with the blam Tell Lil Corner if it wasn't for they pussy ass boy From the start being loyal but they wasn't fair Cocaine when it's good it'll be jumping back I'm getting 2 whole things tryna run a land When its all out war, I don't understand Look a nigga in the eye if he under hand (?) get em snatched like a fucking (?) Hard to move by yourself lot of killer ants Wishing I could turn back set of different hands Nothing bigger than the B, I got different plans
I'm either cooking dope or selling dope Come and get it if you lookin, I ain't stretching dope Scoring on the bluff, I'm tryna catch a slope? Up under your house, tryna listen with the stepper scope That gangsta shit, that ain't the shit you ready for How I'm coming with the drum and you would never know Dress up like a woman and they let it go Narco trafficante cocaina (?)
(?) running up a shift, yard 30 shots out the take 4 jam Fist fought, live broke, diving in my bitch car Shoulder in my lip card, hell on the pitch fork What they doing? Save them screaming "Kevin where you going? " You don't see all of these bad bitches I got for you Want you to get that pussy round and don't have no abortion Diggin in your pocket, quater point it, child support you Spend all your money then go broke you know I support you Ride with that pistol police catch you, then gon adios you Then I'ma laugh while you in jail and act like I don't know you Go rob that nigga over there, know he ain't got it on him Calls pulling up, supplying, know I love the corner Graduated to your own trap, somebody try you Fire you make them take a long nap Aye, you graduated to your own trap, open Fire nigga try, you take a long nap
Compositores: Jamil Tajh Alleyne (Millztrakz), Kevin Gilyard (Gates Kevin) ECAD: Obra #21343658