Disco Shit (feat. Freddie Gibbs)
Used to traffic cocaine
Fuck fame, fuck fame (mm, money isn't real George)
This is pure Colombian cocaine ladies and gentlemen (mm, mm)
Fuck fame (money isn't real)
Disco shit
Whoa, Kenny
Fuck fame, used to traffic cocaine
I prefer to live my other life (yeah, yeah)
The drug game fuck around, got full of lames
Shit changed, now I'm out my mind
Disco shit, disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this disco shit
This that disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this, I
Met the plug, and his wife had sex with me
George Jung in the 1970's
I had to make me a flip, I had to flip me a zip
I had to take me a trip, I'm on the plug with the bricks
I'm on the bed with the crib
Rollin' and steerin' the wheel, these niggas darin' for real
Hasta luego, watch the Diegos
FBI waiting, niggas is haters
Gotta get paper, get in, get out
Don't touch the clout, niggas be goin' that route
Gotta go Pablo, I'm talkin' the phone, they take convos
I'm sellin' the work to Gustavo, I put the work in my nostrils
Yeah, I got a test, yeah
Don't trust your momma or ex-bitch
They tryna get you arrested
Fuck fame, used to traffic cocaine
I prefer to live my other life (yeah, yeah)
The drug game fuck around, got full of lames
Shit changed, now I'm out my mind
Disco shit, disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this disco shit
This that disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this, I
Fuck fame, bitch, I traffic cocaine
Push to spur my Mulsanne, got the police on my head now
Dope game, brought the kilos on the plane
23, Lebron James, got my package on the airline, yeah, now
Can't drop '85, you can't compete it now
Niggas they never stop smokin' that crack
I serve my chicken hard, fried
Nigga get labeled a snitch, then nigga get hit, they ain't no friend of mine
I'm a seven-figure rich nigga, fuck a bitch nigga
Put him underground, underground
Pull up like Tony Montana, reload it
I pull out the stick on these cockroaches
I took a jugg out the pack and we're poppin' it
Lucky we rockin' with baking soda
P. Diddy, every nigga that got it from me got hit with the remix
New Benz, 'fore you get in this mufuckin' whip
Better clean off your feet, bitch
Fuck fame, used to traffic cocaine
I prefer to live my other life (yeah, yeah)
The drug game fuck around, got full of lames
Shit changed, now I'm out my mind
Disco shit, disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this disco shit
This that disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this, I
Fuck fame, fuck fame (mm, money isn't real George)
This is pure Colombian cocaine ladies and gentlemen (mm, mm)
Fuck fame (money isn't real)
Disco shit
Whoa, Kenny
Fuck fame, used to traffic cocaine
I prefer to live my other life (yeah, yeah)
The drug game fuck around, got full of lames
Shit changed, now I'm out my mind
Disco shit, disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this disco shit
This that disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this, I
Met the plug, and his wife had sex with me
George Jung in the 1970's
I had to make me a flip, I had to flip me a zip
I had to take me a trip, I'm on the plug with the bricks
I'm on the bed with the crib
Rollin' and steerin' the wheel, these niggas darin' for real
Hasta luego, watch the Diegos
FBI waiting, niggas is haters
Gotta get paper, get in, get out
Don't touch the clout, niggas be goin' that route
Gotta go Pablo, I'm talkin' the phone, they take convos
I'm sellin' the work to Gustavo, I put the work in my nostrils
Yeah, I got a test, yeah
Don't trust your momma or ex-bitch
They tryna get you arrested
Fuck fame, used to traffic cocaine
I prefer to live my other life (yeah, yeah)
The drug game fuck around, got full of lames
Shit changed, now I'm out my mind
Disco shit, disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this disco shit
This that disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this, I
Fuck fame, bitch, I traffic cocaine
Push to spur my Mulsanne, got the police on my head now
Dope game, brought the kilos on the plane
23, Lebron James, got my package on the airline, yeah, now
Can't drop '85, you can't compete it now
Niggas they never stop smokin' that crack
I serve my chicken hard, fried
Nigga get labeled a snitch, then nigga get hit, they ain't no friend of mine
I'm a seven-figure rich nigga, fuck a bitch nigga
Put him underground, underground
Pull up like Tony Montana, reload it
I pull out the stick on these cockroaches
I took a jugg out the pack and we're poppin' it
Lucky we rockin' with baking soda
P. Diddy, every nigga that got it from me got hit with the remix
New Benz, 'fore you get in this mufuckin' whip
Better clean off your feet, bitch
Fuck fame, used to traffic cocaine
I prefer to live my other life (yeah, yeah)
The drug game fuck around, got full of lames
Shit changed, now I'm out my mind
Disco shit, disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this disco shit
This that disco shit
Trigger finger in the air for this, I
Credits
Writer(s): Freddie Gibbs, Jason Jamal Jackson, Kenneth Blume
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