Lost & Found
Told that boy no playing around we catch him beat him to the ground
Don't stop and look just move around
Luh freaky bitch from out of town
She say she like the way I smile It's been a week it's been a while
But fuck these hoes I'm stacking bands I'm tryna make my momma proud
He duck his taco make him bow
With this tec commit a foul, Like taking candy from a child
Pray the lord forgive me now
Just take a cut don't make a sound Creep up on him and put him down
Just fucking her for the moment put her back in the lost and found
I crack a cut aim at his throat baby AR with a scope
Don't try to play me like a hoe me and CP Shayne gon blow
Remember we was young some bebe kids stealing up out the store
They told me they gon envy me but that's the shit a nigga know
We was sliding up in a Mazda 2 cars trailing we 8 deep
No shooting out the window hop out and we slime niggas on feet
Tell me what you do for me Michael Jackson on the beat
And this bitch got lemon squeeze pass her to broski for the three
I scratch off take the flash off but you know I gotta keep the beam
We be purging masked up lurking no Michael Myers Halloween
Im just stacking up the green money bussing out my jeans
No you cannot join the team we be tryna shoot a scene
We hop out tryna shoot a movie might trade my xd for ah uzi
Behind that wheel I keep it groovy niggas faking really rudies
Catch a cut and up my toolie then go chill in a jacuzzi
I got this bad bitch kinda bougie she rocking Prada Loui Gucci
But I just want her for the top just got done bucking on B-block
Call up the gang he got the glock you try to slide we make you stop
Then we go post up on the Vis up in this gun I got a stick
I bet all 30 ain't gon miss I see the laws I hop a fence
Can't get up close I set no blitz if its a flag I up my blick
He tryna flex now he a lick I seen his bitch blew her a kiss
And you know that we stay in CP boy we ain't new to this
Pussy boy we true to this and everyday we taking risk
Told that boy no playing around we catch him beat him to the ground
Don't stop and look just move around
Luh freaky bitch from out of town
She say she like the way I smile It's been a week it's been a while
But fuck these hoes I'm stacking bands I'm tryna make my momma proud
He duck his taco make him bow
With this tec commit a foul, Like taking candy from a child
Pray the lord forgive me now
Just take a cut don't make a sound Creep up on him and put him down
Just fucking her for the moment put her back in the lost and found
Don't stop and look just move around
Luh freaky bitch from out of town
She say she like the way I smile It's been a week it's been a while
But fuck these hoes I'm stacking bands I'm tryna make my momma proud
He duck his taco make him bow
With this tec commit a foul, Like taking candy from a child
Pray the lord forgive me now
Just take a cut don't make a sound Creep up on him and put him down
Just fucking her for the moment put her back in the lost and found
I crack a cut aim at his throat baby AR with a scope
Don't try to play me like a hoe me and CP Shayne gon blow
Remember we was young some bebe kids stealing up out the store
They told me they gon envy me but that's the shit a nigga know
We was sliding up in a Mazda 2 cars trailing we 8 deep
No shooting out the window hop out and we slime niggas on feet
Tell me what you do for me Michael Jackson on the beat
And this bitch got lemon squeeze pass her to broski for the three
I scratch off take the flash off but you know I gotta keep the beam
We be purging masked up lurking no Michael Myers Halloween
Im just stacking up the green money bussing out my jeans
No you cannot join the team we be tryna shoot a scene
We hop out tryna shoot a movie might trade my xd for ah uzi
Behind that wheel I keep it groovy niggas faking really rudies
Catch a cut and up my toolie then go chill in a jacuzzi
I got this bad bitch kinda bougie she rocking Prada Loui Gucci
But I just want her for the top just got done bucking on B-block
Call up the gang he got the glock you try to slide we make you stop
Then we go post up on the Vis up in this gun I got a stick
I bet all 30 ain't gon miss I see the laws I hop a fence
Can't get up close I set no blitz if its a flag I up my blick
He tryna flex now he a lick I seen his bitch blew her a kiss
And you know that we stay in CP boy we ain't new to this
Pussy boy we true to this and everyday we taking risk
Told that boy no playing around we catch him beat him to the ground
Don't stop and look just move around
Luh freaky bitch from out of town
She say she like the way I smile It's been a week it's been a while
But fuck these hoes I'm stacking bands I'm tryna make my momma proud
He duck his taco make him bow
With this tec commit a foul, Like taking candy from a child
Pray the lord forgive me now
Just take a cut don't make a sound Creep up on him and put him down
Just fucking her for the moment put her back in the lost and found
Credits
Writer(s): Cp Kell
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