Trap jump like Jordan, I mean the trap jumpin' like Ja Recover when we done, spend the whole day at the spa He ain't die yet, twin, he die, they gon' say it's my fault I fuck a bitch and forget it, I ice up my wrist, yeah I'm havin' amnesia Nigga pillow talkin' these hoes 'Cause she play Ken Carson through her speakers Life's a game, I got cheat codes I go Chrome Heart them cheetahs I put hoes in check, Nike, I give 'em three stripes, Adidas
I turn a zip to a quarter, a quarter to half Yeah, to a whole pound If wanna you get down with a young bitch If you ain't got a billion, then you can't get down I just been crackin' these seals And droppin' these ceilings, and makin' these sounds Ain't callin' no shooter, you try it I shoot up the buildin', I'm lettin' off rounds Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds Huh, huh, I'm lettin' off rounds Huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, the SRT came with a widebody kick Thick shit, that's a wide body bitch, Slick Rick I'm in pirate mode I'm the one who put designers on that ho Ed Hardy, I designed it, I'm a designer Put that lil' ho in designer Nah, nah, we ain't havin' no stylist You know I'm the finder Who you love? I need a reminder Do I love you? Kinda I ain't fallin' in love with these hoes Is you fuckin' or what? Let me know I ain't call you over here for nothin' I got G6 in the blunt We can take off and get high at the same time That's yo' dawg? I'm shootin' the K9 That AR-1 fire, it's gon' do somethin' I'm in the field with cleats and shoulder pads I know these niggas ain't gon' do nothin' Know she a freak, she tatted the side of her ass I'm slide in it like a QB I ain't cuttin' no ties, this shit forever That means you mean somethin' to me I'm so fresh, I got on calf leather, cut, know ya pants War zone, stickin' with me, yeah, yeah Where the fuck you been? Where the fuck your chains at? Where the fuck the niggas I started with at? Where the fuck them broke ass bitches who was talkin' shit? They in the back Incognito, I'm ridin' a black truck Cadillac And it's bullet proof, heaven shit She think she heaven sent, but she sent from hell If you want to go, I'll take you there I'm aimin' at ya head, these niggas be shootin' in the air
Trap jump like Jordan, I mean the trap jumpin' like Ja Recover when we done, spend the whole day at the spa He ain't die yet, twin, he die, they gon' say it's my fault I fuck a bitch and forget it, I ice up my wrist, yeah I'm havin' amnesia Nigga pillow talkin' these hoes 'Cause she play Ken Carson through her speakers Life's a game, I got cheat codes I go Chrome Heart them cheetahs
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Compositores: Ken Carson, Lil 88, Evan Moitoso & skreer