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She want to take a trip together to Cabo
But me I'm trying to get that murcielago
Foreign whipping I got tired of the Tahoe
It's a cold world careful coming outside tho
In the ghetto ain't no such thing as time outs
Trying to chill they start shooting your blinds out
We getting money we ain't here just to vibe out
Thinking shit sweet guarantee you gone find out

Two two three's and five five sixes new glock I can show u where to find switches
I like a semi automatics I'll find my target
I swear these new guys shooting like they high or retarded
I'm rapping what I lived I ain't trying be a artist
I let these little locals argue bout who the hardest
I'm trying to get a bag not a rep from this rap shit
Everything landing if you trying to get a pack sent
I been out west you can tell by the lingo
They call it za but it's really just indoor
Once again these rookies fucking shit up
They ain't in it for the bag they just want to be the plug
Rappers tuff on the gram but then get quiet as fuck
Yea come around the mob and watch them tails get tucked
Them fake ass chains got you looking like scrubs
Fake reps fake drank pills all the above

She want to take a trip together to Cabo
But me I'm trying to get that murcielago
Foreign whipping I got tired of the Tahoe
It's a cold world careful coming outside tho
In the ghetto ain't no such thing as time outs
Trying to chill they start shooting your blinds out
We getting money we ain't here just to vibe out
Thinking shit sweet guarantee you gone find out

I was out in Afghanistan yea I was watching them tracers
Thinking how I want to ball like the Indian Pacers
Keep my name out of all allegations
Have that next week don't be playing with my patience
Im a grown man so you better check your tone bitch
I might snap I got shit I'm trying to cope with
Loyalty she pick me over her own sister
Treat her like a goddess she might even get her toes licked
These streets wicked this shit ain't making no sense
Chasing these dollars we ain't following no trends
My bro son asking mommy where dad go
Middle of the summer why I'm making these sad songs
Ben frank turning wives into widows
These new bitches don't even take care of they kids
I'm really him I came up off of pillows
Racks in my jeans, two rubber bands in the middle

She want to take a trip together to Cabo
But me I'm trying to get that murcielago
Foreign whipping I got tired of the Tahoe
It's a cold world careful coming outside tho
In the ghetto ain't no such thing as time outs
Trying to chill they start shooting your blinds out
We getting money we ain't here just to vibe out
Thinking shit sweet guarantee you gone find out



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Chanski
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