Cruddy

I copped a cruddy Honda
Spent bout twenty racks
And Ian even post it on the net
I grew up in them projects
Hearing hella sirens
You play dumb
Put two shots in your chest
Walk in the party stylin'
Lookin' round I'm silent
Keep it quiet cuz niggas a tell
They need to free my cousin
Screaming' fuck the law
Until they let my nigga out of jail

I copped a cruddy Honda
Spent bout twenty racks
And Ian even post it on the net
I grew up in them projects
Hearing hella sirens
You play dumb
Put two shots in your chest
Walk in the party stylin'
Lookin' round I'm silent
Keep it quiet cuz niggas a tell
They need to free my cousin
Screaming' fuck the law
Until they let my nigga out of jail

I used to uh I used to dream
Bout driving in a Honda
One sixty on the dash
And I be flooring it
We presidential
Calling us your honor
I grew up in the city
Moved out to the county
Now my city niggas
Say I'm proper I'm eating good Remember Ian have shit
I pray to the lord
Dat all my niggas prosper
Yeah I went from sketches
To Fubu to Nike to newbies
And Uggs but now it's Versace
I'm fuckin' your bitch
And she calling me papi
I'm chasing the money
And you cannot stop me
Bitch I'm knocking you out
Now they calling me Rocky
I sting like a bee
Got me feeling like Ali
I copped a Honda
That bitch like a rari
I feel like Kyrie
These niggas can't guard me
Hop on the stage
And my niggas record me
Draggin on insta
They never report me
I took a shot of the Henny
Put more in Im always working
I'm up when they snoring
Don't involve money
The fuck is you doing
Feelin' like Lillard
The way that I'm scorin'

I copped a cruddy Honda
Spent bout twenty racks
And Ian even post it on the net
I grew up in them projects
Hearing hella sirens
You play dumb
Put two shots in your chest
Walk in the party stylin'
Lookin' round I'm silent
Keep it quiet cuz niggas a tell
They need to free my cousin
Screaming' fuck the law
Until they let my nigga out of jail

I copped a cruddy Honda
Spent bout twenty racks
And Ian even post it on the net
I grew up in them projects
Hearing hella sirens
You play dumb
Put two shots in your chest
Walk in the party stylin'
Lookin' round I'm silent
Keep it quiet cuz niggas a tell
They need to free my cousin
Screaming' fuck the law
Until they let my nigga out of jail

Walk in the bank
And walk out with a band
You niggas is mad
That you cannot hang wit us
Came in this bitch wit a bag
How you wanna act
I know you can't bang wit us
Niggas know I'm gonna drag
I'm wearing all black
My niggas are dangerous
One sixty all on the dash
I'm moving real fast
I might switch a lane or sum'
Might switch a lane or sum'
I got a Honda I'm bippin' that bitch
It's paid off and you know that my name is on it
This is my chance I can't miss it
I'll take it won't stop me until the whole game is over
I went from sketchers
To rockin' Versace
And niggas be asking me how I do it
Chasing the money get to it
I just sit back look at the water
Record it and think bout the way that I'm living
I face a blunt write a song
Got a tat on my arm wit a meaning
I know that I'm gifted
I
I
I gotta take a trip out of the state
I
I gotta take a trip & get me sum cake

I copped a cruddy
Honda spent bout twenty racks
And Ian even post it on the net
I grew up in them projects
Hearing hella sirens
You play dumb
Put two shots in your chest
Walk in the party stylin'
Lookin' round I'm silent
Keep it quiet cuz niggas a tell
They need to free my cousin
Screaming' fuck the law
Until they let my nigga out of jail

I copped a cruddy Honda
Spent bout twenty racks
And Ian even post it on the net
I grew up in them projects
Hearing hella sirens
You play dumb
Put two shots in your chest
Walk in the party stylin'
Lookin' round I'm silent
Keep it quiet Cuz niggas a tell
They need to free my cousin
Screaming' fuck the law
Until they let my nigga out of jail



Credits
Writer(s): Elijah Abraham
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