Craigslist (feat. Paunxi)
Real dope boy ever since I learned the recipe
Hundred round drum that shit looking like the letter B
Throwing gang signs I be hanging where the steppers be
Big 4.5 niggas filled with the jealousy
12 ass nigga heard he working with the deputies
Always realized they got hoe nigga tendencies
Still tote fire even though we got felonies
Bang bang bang make the chopper sing a melody
And the trap house booming nigga slanging methamphetamine
Cop a new coupe cause the money come steadily
Cutting off the roof smoking gas doing 70
Pineapple Fanta codeine no Hennesy
I'm a hood rich nigga I been shopping out in Beverly
Fuck a broke nigga I can't show them no empathy
Catch him in the car with his bitch like Kennedy
Say he a street nigga probably chilling on sesame
Thousand 8 mafia I'm feeling like a Corleone
If I don't make the quota nigga then I ain't going home
Ima show you how to make a hundred thousand on a mobile phone
Woke up in the morning first thing I did was sold a Bo
Break it down they need a 4
I remember selling nicks
Sitting on mama porch thinking how to get it to a brick
20 birds in a rental my amigo gonna make them fit
I just put 5 of them up on Craigslist
I'm in it to win it I just want some money
My bitch say I'm handsome but shit could get ugly
My shoes are Giuseppe the bottoms are bloody
They hate me but see me and be buddy buddy
Double XP so my niggas are hunting
You don't speak my language you're talking real funny
I used to be broke but that shit wasn't for me
Same hoes that curved me want me in their tummy
We run up the paper it so much that I got paper cuts
T8G the mafia little boy should get his paper up
Little nigga in the hood he think he hard with the razor cuts
We gone slide on his block now they posting please pray for us
Smell like a brick when im splurging in Neiman's
Cashier keep asking if I want some Fiji
Spent a check on it I know they gonna see it
On my way out to the plug in a Beamer
In a and my seats are heated
This a cold world in my sweater a heater
Gon let them sleep and get hit with this ether
Working my scale watch it jump off the meter
Hundred round drum that shit looking like the letter B
Throwing gang signs I be hanging where the steppers be
Big 4.5 niggas filled with the jealousy
12 ass nigga heard he working with the deputies
Always realized they got hoe nigga tendencies
Still tote fire even though we got felonies
Bang bang bang make the chopper sing a melody
And the trap house booming nigga slanging methamphetamine
Cop a new coupe cause the money come steadily
Cutting off the roof smoking gas doing 70
Pineapple Fanta codeine no Hennesy
I'm a hood rich nigga I been shopping out in Beverly
Fuck a broke nigga I can't show them no empathy
Catch him in the car with his bitch like Kennedy
Say he a street nigga probably chilling on sesame
Thousand 8 mafia I'm feeling like a Corleone
If I don't make the quota nigga then I ain't going home
Ima show you how to make a hundred thousand on a mobile phone
Woke up in the morning first thing I did was sold a Bo
Break it down they need a 4
I remember selling nicks
Sitting on mama porch thinking how to get it to a brick
20 birds in a rental my amigo gonna make them fit
I just put 5 of them up on Craigslist
I'm in it to win it I just want some money
My bitch say I'm handsome but shit could get ugly
My shoes are Giuseppe the bottoms are bloody
They hate me but see me and be buddy buddy
Double XP so my niggas are hunting
You don't speak my language you're talking real funny
I used to be broke but that shit wasn't for me
Same hoes that curved me want me in their tummy
We run up the paper it so much that I got paper cuts
T8G the mafia little boy should get his paper up
Little nigga in the hood he think he hard with the razor cuts
We gone slide on his block now they posting please pray for us
Smell like a brick when im splurging in Neiman's
Cashier keep asking if I want some Fiji
Spent a check on it I know they gonna see it
On my way out to the plug in a Beamer
In a and my seats are heated
This a cold world in my sweater a heater
Gon let them sleep and get hit with this ether
Working my scale watch it jump off the meter
Credits
Writer(s): Ernesto Hurtado
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