Nitro
Duffel carry bankroll
Spend it where I stop
Don't care if cops hot
I stay on the block
Took a lot but we them boys that done made it out
Playing cops and robbers
They runnin' in, we runnin' out
Thinking you built for that war
It take one call and I'm watching your block smoke
Im posted upstate for school but this shit ain't work
But I swear I'll go back though
Some of you trappin' whatever
We run in your crib
We taking your pack bro
If you talkin food then we gotta eat
We post at your store all week
Tinted the car down all black
We pull up
We hop out
We shooting the streets
You know how it be with a treesh
BnB out in Queens
She sucking on meat
Big Mope he the goat
Two-Eight grams, yeah I got big smoke
On my way to the top
Raised in the Bronx
Back then i was poor
I know, we Know
He know, she know
You fuck with hoes
Hard life Hard body in the mud
Two feet I stay ten toes
(Ten toes motherfucker that's me)
(Big Mopes)
You niggas broke and y'all bummy
Your bitch wanna' fuck me
I stole those words from Ock
20-inch rims on a range
The paint color change
I'm pulling that right out the lot
I Need a chain that swang
With the diamonds that bling
Try to take my thang get popped
You insane you tryna get fame
For gettin shot
For being a opp
You niggas goofy I hit my two-step
When the cameras come out
It's a movie
Rollin this raw up ain't no loosey
Only do sour sorry I'm boujee
Put a vibe in the air like wifi
He a shoota' online
Oh he that guy
Spend it where I stop
Don't care if cops hot
I stay on the block
Took a lot but we them boys that done made it out
Playing cops and robbers
They runnin' in, we runnin' out
Thinking you built for that war
It take one call and I'm watching your block smoke
Im posted upstate for school but this shit ain't work
But I swear I'll go back though
Some of you trappin' whatever
We run in your crib
We taking your pack bro
If you talkin food then we gotta eat
We post at your store all week
Tinted the car down all black
We pull up
We hop out
We shooting the streets
You know how it be with a treesh
BnB out in Queens
She sucking on meat
Big Mope he the goat
Two-Eight grams, yeah I got big smoke
On my way to the top
Raised in the Bronx
Back then i was poor
I know, we Know
He know, she know
You fuck with hoes
Hard life Hard body in the mud
Two feet I stay ten toes
(Ten toes motherfucker that's me)
(Big Mopes)
You niggas broke and y'all bummy
Your bitch wanna' fuck me
I stole those words from Ock
20-inch rims on a range
The paint color change
I'm pulling that right out the lot
I Need a chain that swang
With the diamonds that bling
Try to take my thang get popped
You insane you tryna get fame
For gettin shot
For being a opp
You niggas goofy I hit my two-step
When the cameras come out
It's a movie
Rollin this raw up ain't no loosey
Only do sour sorry I'm boujee
Put a vibe in the air like wifi
He a shoota' online
Oh he that guy
Credits
Writer(s): Elvis Andoh
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