Big trap shit
Charges and court dates man
I came along way you know I done been in that pressure
Fasho been in that in front of that judge in that court room
Got all these white crackers looking at you and shit
You on black and white looking like the bad guy
You know I want me some money
Just counted racks sitting inside of the sprinter
I know the jackers wanna take me
Niggas mad when they see you getting money
I seen real niggas turn into a hoe
I done seen friends turn into foes
How can you sit up and lay up with a hoe that was once for the bros
That aint the code
Have you ever seen a nigga down up on his dick and gave his ass a blessing
Have you ever been up in the street and had to trap with a weapon
But I can't let the shit control me
Right theres was the old me
NBA balling like im Kobe
And im shooting like Ginobli
Yea bitch
Charges and court dates
Yea this shit came from the heart
This shit can't be wrote
No script no pen no pad
Uhh yea
I grew up without a father
Mamas project baby
When Boogie music hit the streets
It took over like crack in the 80's
Ina foreign this bitch a Mercedes
Gotta stunt on that hoe that would play me
And that hating shit there it dont phase
Gotta get to them racks and thats daily best believe
Ina get to it safely pour me a 4 of that tech bitch e turned up
Opps from the other side dont want no pressure
If its smoke then we sliding you know we aint letting up
Free my nigga Eddie they just sent him to prison
Thats my blooda he know that I miss em
Been having dreams of us still out here getting it
Real nigga intervention
Hah AYE
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Big trap shit
Charges and court dates man
I came along way you know I done been in that pressure
Fasho been in that in front of that judge in that court room
Got all these white crackers looking at you and shit
You on black and white looking like the bad guy
You know I want me some money
Just counted racks sitting inside of the sprinter
I know the jackers wanna take me
Niggas mad when they see you getting money
I seen real niggas turn into a hoe
I done seen friends turn into foes
How can you sit up and lay up with a hoe that was once for the bros
That aint the code
Have you ever seen a nigga down up on his dick and gave his ass a blessing
Have you ever been up in the street and had to trap with a weapon
But I can't let the shit control me
Right theres was the old me
NBA balling like im Kobe
And im shooting like Ginobli
Yea bitch
Charges and court dates
Yea this shit came from the heart
This shit can't be wrote
No script no pen no pad
Uhh yea
I grew up without a father
Mamas project baby
When Boogie music hit the streets
It took over like crack in the 80's
Ina foreign this bitch a Mercedes
Gotta stunt on that hoe that would play me
And that hating shit there it dont phase
Gotta get to them racks and thats daily best believe
Ina get to it safely pour me a 4 of that tech bitch e turned up
Opps from the other side dont want no pressure
If its smoke then we sliding you know we aint letting up
Free my nigga Eddie they just sent him to prison
Thats my blooda he know that I miss em
Been having dreams of us still out here getting it
Real nigga intervention
Hah AYE
Charges and court dates man
I came along way you know I done been in that pressure
Fasho been in that in front of that judge in that court room
Got all these white crackers looking at you and shit
You on black and white looking like the bad guy
You know I want me some money
Just counted racks sitting inside of the sprinter
I know the jackers wanna take me
Niggas mad when they see you getting money
I seen real niggas turn into a hoe
I done seen friends turn into foes
How can you sit up and lay up with a hoe that was once for the bros
That aint the code
Have you ever seen a nigga down up on his dick and gave his ass a blessing
Have you ever been up in the street and had to trap with a weapon
But I can't let the shit control me
Right theres was the old me
NBA balling like im Kobe
And im shooting like Ginobli
Yea bitch
Charges and court dates
Yea this shit came from the heart
This shit can't be wrote
No script no pen no pad
Uhh yea
I grew up without a father
Mamas project baby
When Boogie music hit the streets
It took over like crack in the 80's
Ina foreign this bitch a Mercedes
Gotta stunt on that hoe that would play me
And that hating shit there it dont phase
Gotta get to them racks and thats daily best believe
Ina get to it safely pour me a 4 of that tech bitch e turned up
Opps from the other side dont want no pressure
If its smoke then we sliding you know we aint letting up
Free my nigga Eddie they just sent him to prison
Thats my blooda he know that I miss em
Been having dreams of us still out here getting it
Real nigga intervention
Hah AYE
Writer: DAONTE JOHNSON
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid