Plug hit the trap phone told me nigga it's on I'm on wit that white I'm on wit that strong soon as they come in I'm gone get em gone
36 got a whole thang broke down into zones
In the trap wit a strap
Cooking coke writing raps
I'm a drum major gone step leave his brains on a step
LV's on my belt
I played the cards I was dealt
I finally came back home
Time for cobb to claim his throne
Whip a nigga like I'm action Jackson keep a shooter wit me John Paxton pockets full skinny jeans saggin rich nigga but I ain't bragging the dope is moving and the paper stacking keep it wit me I ain't never lacking I spit the facts I don't do no capping had a quarter mill when I started rapping had a 50 dub when I started trapping keep a pistol for the niggas jacking 50 cal I call it Curtis Jackson shoot a movie for you niggas that's acting bullet holes in yo designer fashion shifting gears in the hemi I'm mashing being broke nigga can't imagine feet kicked up somewhere relaxing
Kicking ass like I'm sho nuff cooking crack and I'm im selling dust you getting beat if you don't shop wit us gate six you done heard of us call a play like my name was Gus she drive the boat and she ride the bus nothing but paper and god I trust she a carnivore the way she eat me up
Plug hit the trap phone told me nigga it's on I'm on wit that white I'm on wit that strong soon as they come in I'm gone get em gone
36 got a whole thang broke down into zones
Fifty thousand for the white 95 for the ice police catch me getting life f*ck it man we gone ball tonight diamonds shine like a spot light posted up bill cart write Walgreens what my block like trap jumping like excite bike
Pumping bass like I'm magic mike get a check like I'm nike right catch a play like mikey right Debo make him tuck his ice gate 6 we ain't nothing nice sell you cream then f*ck you wife muso saying f*ck yo life if you got a issue better get it right
Don't like what I'm saying nigga beat me up 1031 nigga we up you 2 steps behind catch up I'm coping whole thangs catch up if you broke nigga get yo bread up it's all good keep yo head up mr Kodak taking pictures selling hard ball I'm the pitcher
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Plug hit the trap phone told me nigga it's on I'm on wit that white I'm on wit that strong soon as they come in I'm gone get em gone
36 got a whole thang broke down into zones
In the trap wit a strap
Cooking coke writing raps
I'm a drum major gone step leave his brains on a step
LV's on my belt
I played the cards I was dealt
I finally came back home
Time for cobb to claim his throne
Whip a nigga like I'm action Jackson keep a shooter wit me John Paxton pockets full skinny jeans saggin rich nigga but I ain't bragging the dope is moving and the paper stacking keep it wit me I ain't never lacking I spit the facts I don't do no capping had a quarter mill when I started rapping had a 50 dub when I started trapping keep a pistol for the niggas jacking 50 cal I call it Curtis Jackson shoot a movie for you niggas that's acting bullet holes in yo designer fashion shifting gears in the hemi I'm mashing being broke nigga can't imagine feet kicked up somewhere relaxing
Kicking ass like I'm sho nuff cooking crack and I'm im selling dust you getting beat if you don't shop wit us gate six you done heard of us call a play like my name was Gus she drive the boat and she ride the bus nothing but paper and god I trust she a carnivore the way she eat me up
Plug hit the trap phone told me nigga it's on I'm on wit that white I'm on wit that strong soon as they come in I'm gone get em gone
36 got a whole thang broke down into zones
Fifty thousand for the white 95 for the ice police catch me getting life f*ck it man we gone ball tonight diamonds shine like a spot light posted up bill cart write Walgreens what my block like trap jumping like excite bike
Pumping bass like I'm magic mike get a check like I'm nike right catch a play like mikey right Debo make him tuck his ice gate 6 we ain't nothing nice sell you cream then f*ck you wife muso saying f*ck yo life if you got a issue better get it right
Don't like what I'm saying nigga beat me up 1031 nigga we up you 2 steps behind catch up I'm coping whole thangs catch up if you broke nigga get yo bread up it's all good keep yo head up mr Kodak taking pictures selling hard ball I'm the pitcher
36 got a whole thang broke down into zones
In the trap wit a strap
Cooking coke writing raps
I'm a drum major gone step leave his brains on a step
LV's on my belt
I played the cards I was dealt
I finally came back home
Time for cobb to claim his throne
Whip a nigga like I'm action Jackson keep a shooter wit me John Paxton pockets full skinny jeans saggin rich nigga but I ain't bragging the dope is moving and the paper stacking keep it wit me I ain't never lacking I spit the facts I don't do no capping had a quarter mill when I started rapping had a 50 dub when I started trapping keep a pistol for the niggas jacking 50 cal I call it Curtis Jackson shoot a movie for you niggas that's acting bullet holes in yo designer fashion shifting gears in the hemi I'm mashing being broke nigga can't imagine feet kicked up somewhere relaxing
Kicking ass like I'm sho nuff cooking crack and I'm im selling dust you getting beat if you don't shop wit us gate six you done heard of us call a play like my name was Gus she drive the boat and she ride the bus nothing but paper and god I trust she a carnivore the way she eat me up
Plug hit the trap phone told me nigga it's on I'm on wit that white I'm on wit that strong soon as they come in I'm gone get em gone
36 got a whole thang broke down into zones
Fifty thousand for the white 95 for the ice police catch me getting life f*ck it man we gone ball tonight diamonds shine like a spot light posted up bill cart write Walgreens what my block like trap jumping like excite bike
Pumping bass like I'm magic mike get a check like I'm nike right catch a play like mikey right Debo make him tuck his ice gate 6 we ain't nothing nice sell you cream then f*ck you wife muso saying f*ck yo life if you got a issue better get it right
Don't like what I'm saying nigga beat me up 1031 nigga we up you 2 steps behind catch up I'm coping whole thangs catch up if you broke nigga get yo bread up it's all good keep yo head up mr Kodak taking pictures selling hard ball I'm the pitcher
Writer: Christopher Cobb, Hunter Floyd
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid