YESSSSSIRRRRRR
I got no hook on my line
But i really be casting
I really be fishing for h***
Last year i got caught with a couple of cases
They really put me behind doors
I got out and went back to my same ways
Everyday i was rolling up dope
Bust a move cause I'm King finesser little n****
Don't act like you don't really know
Aye man Say man, i grew up hitting licks on a n****
Just bussin' out the corner store
Aye man Say man, i grew up hearing drugs was bad
Now it seem like that's all that i know
Blue dot aiming right at your head little n****
Then move that s*** down to your nose
Blue Slimes sitting back in the cut
Just waiting to wipe down your nose
I popped a perc', for the 1st time last year and i started losing my mind
Ever since i done got in my last fight
Ain't nobody gone step out of line
Moving silent, cause these n****s be pocket watching, (Damn)
That should be crime
Blue hundreds, i just thumb through the backend
And the backend looking fine
Black n Yellow on me like I'm a bumble bee...
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
TALK!
And i got these drugs, i am in love with these drugs
Cmill pull it straight out of the vault
Balling on them like i play for the Hawks
Born a star , man that s*** wasn't taught
Rich forever hanging all on my t shirt
And diamonds bussing out my cross
Do my dance got to jig on em'
I been puffing gas ain't no cig' homie
I been balling out on the court with jays
One thing just live homie
Y17 run the bill on em
Bentley nation really in the field with em'
I'm plugged in with the plug and the stars
So I'm going Big on Big on em
They like how i ride on the beat
I like how she ride on my meat
And I got a b**** on the south of the city
She doing anything for a treat
I feel like I'm Roddy I'm trynna' get rich, and give it all back to the streets
I roll up bout 4 just for 3times
If you know then you know what i mean
Designer Drippin' kick flavor
I used to just f*** on my neighbor
Then we got caught on some childish shit
And realized i couldn't even claim her
Wherever i go the gang is with me
It should be a sign that say DANGER
Finessing a B**** for some head
If you ask me ima' say that's my major
Yea this the intro lil b****
Got your head bobbin and s***
Got me some bloods, Got me some crips
And all of em rockin' and s***
Cmill boy remember the name
I'm finna' runoff with this s***
This only the start
17 Trapp
We out of this b****
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YESSSSSIRRRRRR
I got no hook on my line
But i really be casting
I really be fishing for h***
Last year i got caught with a couple of cases
They really put me behind doors
I got out and went back to my same ways
Everyday i was rolling up dope
Bust a move cause I'm King finesser little n****
Don't act like you don't really know
Aye man Say man, i grew up hitting licks on a n****
Just bussin' out the corner store
Aye man Say man, i grew up hearing drugs was bad
Now it seem like that's all that i know
Blue dot aiming right at your head little n****
Then move that s*** down to your nose
Blue Slimes sitting back in the cut
Just waiting to wipe down your nose
I popped a perc', for the 1st time last year and i started losing my mind
Ever since i done got in my last fight
Ain't nobody gone step out of line
Moving silent, cause these n****s be pocket watching, (Damn)
That should be crime
Blue hundreds, i just thumb through the backend
And the backend looking fine
Black n Yellow on me like I'm a bumble bee...
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
TALK!
And i got these drugs, i am in love with these drugs
Cmill pull it straight out of the vault
Balling on them like i play for the Hawks
Born a star , man that s*** wasn't taught
Rich forever hanging all on my t shirt
And diamonds bussing out my cross
Do my dance got to jig on em'
I been puffing gas ain't no cig' homie
I been balling out on the court with jays
One thing just live homie
Y17 run the bill on em
Bentley nation really in the field with em'
I'm plugged in with the plug and the stars
So I'm going Big on Big on em
They like how i ride on the beat
I like how she ride on my meat
And I got a b**** on the south of the city
She doing anything for a treat
I feel like I'm Roddy I'm trynna' get rich, and give it all back to the streets
I roll up bout 4 just for 3times
If you know then you know what i mean
Designer Drippin' kick flavor
I used to just f*** on my neighbor
Then we got caught on some childish shit
And realized i couldn't even claim her
Wherever i go the gang is with me
It should be a sign that say DANGER
Finessing a B**** for some head
If you ask me ima' say that's my major
Yea this the intro lil b****
Got your head bobbin and s***
Got me some bloods, Got me some crips
And all of em rockin' and s***
Cmill boy remember the name
I'm finna' runoff with this s***
This only the start
17 Trapp
We out of this b****
I got no hook on my line
But i really be casting
I really be fishing for h***
Last year i got caught with a couple of cases
They really put me behind doors
I got out and went back to my same ways
Everyday i was rolling up dope
Bust a move cause I'm King finesser little n****
Don't act like you don't really know
Aye man Say man, i grew up hitting licks on a n****
Just bussin' out the corner store
Aye man Say man, i grew up hearing drugs was bad
Now it seem like that's all that i know
Blue dot aiming right at your head little n****
Then move that s*** down to your nose
Blue Slimes sitting back in the cut
Just waiting to wipe down your nose
I popped a perc', for the 1st time last year and i started losing my mind
Ever since i done got in my last fight
Ain't nobody gone step out of line
Moving silent, cause these n****s be pocket watching, (Damn)
That should be crime
Blue hundreds, i just thumb through the backend
And the backend looking fine
Black n Yellow on me like I'm a bumble bee...
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
Tell Me
TALK!
And i got these drugs, i am in love with these drugs
Cmill pull it straight out of the vault
Balling on them like i play for the Hawks
Born a star , man that s*** wasn't taught
Rich forever hanging all on my t shirt
And diamonds bussing out my cross
Do my dance got to jig on em'
I been puffing gas ain't no cig' homie
I been balling out on the court with jays
One thing just live homie
Y17 run the bill on em
Bentley nation really in the field with em'
I'm plugged in with the plug and the stars
So I'm going Big on Big on em
They like how i ride on the beat
I like how she ride on my meat
And I got a b**** on the south of the city
She doing anything for a treat
I feel like I'm Roddy I'm trynna' get rich, and give it all back to the streets
I roll up bout 4 just for 3times
If you know then you know what i mean
Designer Drippin' kick flavor
I used to just f*** on my neighbor
Then we got caught on some childish shit
And realized i couldn't even claim her
Wherever i go the gang is with me
It should be a sign that say DANGER
Finessing a B**** for some head
If you ask me ima' say that's my major
Yea this the intro lil b****
Got your head bobbin and s***
Got me some bloods, Got me some crips
And all of em rockin' and s***
Cmill boy remember the name
I'm finna' runoff with this s***
This only the start
17 Trapp
We out of this b****
Writer: CAMERON ANTHONY MILLER
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing