Who
Cdubthaplug
Who?
I'm dumb cdub
I go fuckin stupid
Pull up with troops
We shootin like cupid
Boy got shot (pah)
He wounded
Open yo eyes. I can't
I'm booted
Taught u to trap boy
U was my student
"What's ya snap" yea
She like how I cool it
Business in the back
No mullet
I love that ass
No foolin
Bag in the back
With a tool in
Came with a drum
No music
Flex with ya pack ya
Might has lose it
Ain't a royale
But I'm still lootin
With a squad and
They still
Gotta passport
Don't make me use it
Stomp the peddle
Like a fuckin tulip
He Shit himself
He needs a pull-up
Back up man
This a full cup
And he white
How does this fool bump
Meet in traffic
I gotta full trunk
Talk so much shit that
It's on they breathe
Wannabe right
He got hit with the left
My name in they mouth
Like that shit is jeff
Yo plug gotta drought
Like he from the west
I'm killin this life
I'm cheatin death
Ignore the junkie
She tweakin meth
For the trap
I'm skipping rest
I need this rap
My life a mess
Cuz poor me
Mom raised my rebel
So much ramen
I pissed my pebble
Switch Sides that
Bitch a lever
Know I ride
We eat together
What ever u do
I do it better
Buy a beat
And write a letter
To my future self
Ur so clever
If it ain't off rap best be
Servin that heather
Know the forccast
Fit changin the weather
Fuck with the money
It's off with ya leather
Be floatin thru air
Would think I'm a feather
We don't give af boy
We shoot at whoever
I Feel in a pirate im
In love with his treasure
With little comes pleasures
Some nights ain't have a shelter
Savin up ice
I look like a freezer
Just wanna fuck
Cuz u could not please her
Fuck an album
I'll drop a teaser
I'm self made
I ain't had a leader
Writing crazy
Not a good reader
Can't stop rap
Till I get a 2 seater
Can't fuck up on that
Hoe man she a eater
Turned into ash
I roll With the heater
I got me a blunt
I got a 2 liter
Boys stalkin homes
Ride with some creepers
Whole lot will change
When u see the grim reaper
Came from broke
I want what is cheaper
Why is he trappin
His name peter
I'm ready to eat
Comin soon with the heat
Murdin beats
In the field
With no cleats
Cdub can't be beat
Might bless with ft
This house gotta echo
I Stand out, I gecko
Beat Boomin, no metro
I'm cheesin no photo
Im movin in slowmo
Stay baggin no frodo
Issa lick. I'm with jojo
Get money the motto
Love benjis no homo
From Hanes to the polo
Got chopsticks no dojo
I'm in love the money
I'm smokin on honey
Get boxed likea mummy
I'm Lil dog puppy
U copy u monkey
P stuffed in my tummy
Yo bag look crummy
Sleepin in class
Said I'd be broke on my ass
Green like the grass
I'm swimming sea bass
Night hunters we bats
On her mind like hat
For cheese they're rats
They dick ride. They snake
They love you. They fake
Ain't servin no shake
From ramen to steak
We coolin. We ached
I'm in love with her shape
Im bad. No cape
Shit in a desk like ape
I'll slide in that case
Don't care what I face
Love you. They hate
I trend you too late
Take from yo plate
We uppin the rate
Who?
I'm dumb cdub
I go fuckin stupid
Pull up with troops
We shootin like cupid
Boy got shot (pah)
He wounded
Open yo eyes. I can't
I'm booted
Taught u to trap boy
U was my student
"What's ya snap" yea
She like how I cool it
Business in the back
No mullet
I love that ass
No foolin
Bag in the back
With a tool in
Came with a drum
No music
Flex with ya pack ya
Might has lose it
Ain't a royale
But I'm still lootin
With a squad and
They still
Gotta passport
Don't make me use it
Stomp the peddle
Like a fuckin tulip
He Shit himself
He needs a pull-up
Back up man
This a full cup
And he white
How does this fool bump
Meet in traffic
I gotta full trunk
Talk so much shit that
It's on they breathe
Wannabe right
He got hit with the left
My name in they mouth
Like that shit is jeff
Yo plug gotta drought
Like he from the west
I'm killin this life
I'm cheatin death
Ignore the junkie
She tweakin meth
For the trap
I'm skipping rest
I need this rap
My life a mess
Cuz poor me
Mom raised my rebel
So much ramen
I pissed my pebble
Switch Sides that
Bitch a lever
Know I ride
We eat together
What ever u do
I do it better
Buy a beat
And write a letter
To my future self
Ur so clever
If it ain't off rap best be
Servin that heather
Know the forccast
Fit changin the weather
Fuck with the money
It's off with ya leather
Be floatin thru air
Would think I'm a feather
We don't give af boy
We shoot at whoever
I Feel in a pirate im
In love with his treasure
With little comes pleasures
Some nights ain't have a shelter
Savin up ice
I look like a freezer
Just wanna fuck
Cuz u could not please her
Fuck an album
I'll drop a teaser
I'm self made
I ain't had a leader
Writing crazy
Not a good reader
Can't stop rap
Till I get a 2 seater
Can't fuck up on that
Hoe man she a eater
Turned into ash
I roll With the heater
I got me a blunt
I got a 2 liter
Boys stalkin homes
Ride with some creepers
Whole lot will change
When u see the grim reaper
Came from broke
I want what is cheaper
Why is he trappin
His name peter
I'm ready to eat
Comin soon with the heat
Murdin beats
In the field
With no cleats
Cdub can't be beat
Might bless with ft
This house gotta echo
I Stand out, I gecko
Beat Boomin, no metro
I'm cheesin no photo
Im movin in slowmo
Stay baggin no frodo
Issa lick. I'm with jojo
Get money the motto
Love benjis no homo
From Hanes to the polo
Got chopsticks no dojo
I'm in love the money
I'm smokin on honey
Get boxed likea mummy
I'm Lil dog puppy
U copy u monkey
P stuffed in my tummy
Yo bag look crummy
Sleepin in class
Said I'd be broke on my ass
Green like the grass
I'm swimming sea bass
Night hunters we bats
On her mind like hat
For cheese they're rats
They dick ride. They snake
They love you. They fake
Ain't servin no shake
From ramen to steak
We coolin. We ached
I'm in love with her shape
Im bad. No cape
Shit in a desk like ape
I'll slide in that case
Don't care what I face
Love you. They hate
I trend you too late
Take from yo plate
We uppin the rate
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Writer(s): Colin Whitworth
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