(Bl7ckie the coolest f*ckin producer)
Cocaine on the dashboard so the crackheads always know my car
(Bl7ckie the coolest f*ckin producer)
Cocaine on the dashboard so the crackheads always know my car
Young nigga screamin' head top, hangin' on the backboard
I press my Dee-Brown pumps, talk to that deacon cuz he got my money
Too turnt up, investigators say ima boss wit it, Roof f*cked up
All these lil' bitches put they sigs in it
I just bought a scrapback ova beanie cuz I mean real business ya heard meh?
F*ck the street code, life's true G code is a code switch
Around the company men
Walked across the stage at 23 hope life don't fumble me in
You choose what you want, I choose what I win
I feel like A24, the way I'm dropin' all these street hits
I'm always who they checkin' for, like I'm on the Deans list
You'll never get no back-and-forth cuz I cannot receive shit
Late night feel like I can't see shit
Pull up in a old school truck
The air force ones clean, cuz they white cold cuts
I don't give a f*ck what you mean, so don't say it
Never cross yo life, like yo' jeans
I know bitches that still callin' me
I pass the phone to my wife, and she said you a G
Everything I talk, everything I write's a f*ckin' eulogy
Wake up in the morning like where's the cheese at
Brush my teeth, cross my O's with my T's
Cuz I'm like my daddy; you know I like hot sauce with my greens
I might just buy a caddie, money spicy acrobatic
Walk in the strip cuz I'm good
Put a strip bitch on my hood, make it bounce cuz I could
I haven't but I would
I'm an ATL at the gas station
Thot bitch askin' for the wood
And I don't even have it for you
(I didn't even give them the chorus yet)
In some skinny jeans with the old chuck
Tryna make money? What you mean? You can't move us
Pass my girl a G, She make a smooth hunnid
Better not ask about what you see
Ok, cool buddy
Cocaine on the dashboard so the crackheads always know my car
Young nigga screamin' head top, hangin' on the backboard
I press my Dee-Brown pumps, talk to that deacon cuz he got my money
Too turnt up, investigators say ima boss wit it, Roof f*cked up
All these lil' bitches put they sigs in it
I just bought a scrapback ova beanie cuz I mean real business ya heard meh?
F*ck the street code
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(Bl7ckie the coolest f*ckin producer)
Cocaine on the dashboard so the crackheads always know my car
(Bl7ckie the coolest f*ckin producer)
Cocaine on the dashboard so the crackheads always know my car
Young nigga screamin' head top, hangin' on the backboard
I press my Dee-Brown pumps, talk to that deacon cuz he got my money
Too turnt up, investigators say ima boss wit it, Roof f*cked up
All these lil' bitches put they sigs in it
I just bought a scrapback ova beanie cuz I mean real business ya heard meh?
F*ck the street code, life's true G code is a code switch
Around the company men
Walked across the stage at 23 hope life don't fumble me in
You choose what you want, I choose what I win
I feel like A24, the way I'm dropin' all these street hits
I'm always who they checkin' for, like I'm on the Deans list
You'll never get no back-and-forth cuz I cannot receive shit
Late night feel like I can't see shit
Pull up in a old school truck
The air force ones clean, cuz they white cold cuts
I don't give a f*ck what you mean, so don't say it
Never cross yo life, like yo' jeans
I know bitches that still callin' me
I pass the phone to my wife, and she said you a G
Everything I talk, everything I write's a f*ckin' eulogy
Wake up in the morning like where's the cheese at
Brush my teeth, cross my O's with my T's
Cuz I'm like my daddy; you know I like hot sauce with my greens
I might just buy a caddie, money spicy acrobatic
Walk in the strip cuz I'm good
Put a strip bitch on my hood, make it bounce cuz I could
I haven't but I would
I'm an ATL at the gas station
Thot bitch askin' for the wood
And I don't even have it for you
(I didn't even give them the chorus yet)
In some skinny jeans with the old chuck
Tryna make money? What you mean? You can't move us
Pass my girl a G, She make a smooth hunnid
Better not ask about what you see
Ok, cool buddy
Cocaine on the dashboard so the crackheads always know my car
Young nigga screamin' head top, hangin' on the backboard
I press my Dee-Brown pumps, talk to that deacon cuz he got my money
Too turnt up, investigators say ima boss wit it, Roof f*cked up
All these lil' bitches put they sigs in it
I just bought a scrapback ova beanie cuz I mean real business ya heard meh?
F*ck the street code
Cocaine on the dashboard so the crackheads always know my car
(Bl7ckie the coolest f*ckin producer)
Cocaine on the dashboard so the crackheads always know my car
Young nigga screamin' head top, hangin' on the backboard
I press my Dee-Brown pumps, talk to that deacon cuz he got my money
Too turnt up, investigators say ima boss wit it, Roof f*cked up
All these lil' bitches put they sigs in it
I just bought a scrapback ova beanie cuz I mean real business ya heard meh?
F*ck the street code, life's true G code is a code switch
Around the company men
Walked across the stage at 23 hope life don't fumble me in
You choose what you want, I choose what I win
I feel like A24, the way I'm dropin' all these street hits
I'm always who they checkin' for, like I'm on the Deans list
You'll never get no back-and-forth cuz I cannot receive shit
Late night feel like I can't see shit
Pull up in a old school truck
The air force ones clean, cuz they white cold cuts
I don't give a f*ck what you mean, so don't say it
Never cross yo life, like yo' jeans
I know bitches that still callin' me
I pass the phone to my wife, and she said you a G
Everything I talk, everything I write's a f*ckin' eulogy
Wake up in the morning like where's the cheese at
Brush my teeth, cross my O's with my T's
Cuz I'm like my daddy; you know I like hot sauce with my greens
I might just buy a caddie, money spicy acrobatic
Walk in the strip cuz I'm good
Put a strip bitch on my hood, make it bounce cuz I could
I haven't but I would
I'm an ATL at the gas station
Thot bitch askin' for the wood
And I don't even have it for you
(I didn't even give them the chorus yet)
In some skinny jeans with the old chuck
Tryna make money? What you mean? You can't move us
Pass my girl a G, She make a smooth hunnid
Better not ask about what you see
Ok, cool buddy
Cocaine on the dashboard so the crackheads always know my car
Young nigga screamin' head top, hangin' on the backboard
I press my Dee-Brown pumps, talk to that deacon cuz he got my money
Too turnt up, investigators say ima boss wit it, Roof f*cked up
All these lil' bitches put they sigs in it
I just bought a scrapback ova beanie cuz I mean real business ya heard meh?
F*ck the street code
Writer: Brontee Nunnally
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