Still CBFW
Just take me inside your arm, wouldn't change one thing about it
Just take me inside your arm, wouldn't change one thing about it
Trappin' in Celine, Perck's and the lean
Niggas say they fuckin' with me, boy, I can't be fucked with
You Somewhere laid up
Nine times out of ten, i'm somewhere off, gettin' my pape up
How you put it before your business, nigga? Get your cake up
How you put her first, nigga?
Niggas know I'm from the mob, I'm comin' with them real hitters
I don't know Tommy, nigga, you know I'm havin' real figures
Got some bloods and crips together, nigga, call us Hilfiger
Yeah, how you deal with her
Lil' bitch fucked the whole crew, damn, why you still with her?
Nigga, you a peon
All my young niggas look up to me, nigga, I feel like Dion
Cold hearted, yeah, my heart be cold just like Freon
2020, had za bags for 1,200, nigga, ask Keon
2020, had za bags for 1,200, nigga, ask Keon
Drop some green in my lemonade, now it's neon
My new bitch 5'10", but I like her better when she knee high
Springfield, Hellcat, boy, that shit stay up on my waistline
Hit a nigga close range, that shit sound just like a bass line
Just take me inside your arms
wouldn't change one thing about you
Trappin' in Celine, Perck's and the lane
Niggas say they fuckin' with me, boy, I can't be fucked with
You Somewhere laid up, nine times out of ten
I'm somewhere off gettin' my pape up
How you put her before your business, nigga? Get your cake up
How you put her first, nigga?
Niggas know I'm from the mob, I'm comin' with them real hitters
I don't know Tommy, nigga, you know I'm havin' real figures
Got some Bloods and Crips together, nigga, call us Hilfiger
Yeah, how you deal with her?
Lil' bitch fucked the whole crew, damn, why you still with her?
Nigga, you a peon
Damn, my nigga been locked up a long time, they need a free mine
Tape after tape, I'm finally bout to blow, like a landmine
My nigga all in court, don't give a fuck, throwin' up gang signs
Niggas lookin' up to me like a dove, I guess I'm real fly
This prive pack, Jet Fuel, yeah, I get real high
Trap a treat 4, I wouldn't change shit
About it
Just take me inside your arm, wouldn't change one thing about it
Trappin' in Celine, Perck's and the lean
Niggas say they fuckin' with me, boy, I can't be fucked with
You Somewhere laid up
Nine times out of ten, i'm somewhere off, gettin' my pape up
How you put it before your business, nigga? Get your cake up
How you put her first, nigga?
Niggas know I'm from the mob, I'm comin' with them real hitters
I don't know Tommy, nigga, you know I'm havin' real figures
Got some bloods and crips together, nigga, call us Hilfiger
Yeah, how you deal with her
Lil' bitch fucked the whole crew, damn, why you still with her?
Nigga, you a peon
All my young niggas look up to me, nigga, I feel like Dion
Cold hearted, yeah, my heart be cold just like Freon
2020, had za bags for 1,200, nigga, ask Keon
2020, had za bags for 1,200, nigga, ask Keon
Drop some green in my lemonade, now it's neon
My new bitch 5'10", but I like her better when she knee high
Springfield, Hellcat, boy, that shit stay up on my waistline
Hit a nigga close range, that shit sound just like a bass line
Just take me inside your arms
wouldn't change one thing about you
Trappin' in Celine, Perck's and the lane
Niggas say they fuckin' with me, boy, I can't be fucked with
You Somewhere laid up, nine times out of ten
I'm somewhere off gettin' my pape up
How you put her before your business, nigga? Get your cake up
How you put her first, nigga?
Niggas know I'm from the mob, I'm comin' with them real hitters
I don't know Tommy, nigga, you know I'm havin' real figures
Got some Bloods and Crips together, nigga, call us Hilfiger
Yeah, how you deal with her?
Lil' bitch fucked the whole crew, damn, why you still with her?
Nigga, you a peon
Damn, my nigga been locked up a long time, they need a free mine
Tape after tape, I'm finally bout to blow, like a landmine
My nigga all in court, don't give a fuck, throwin' up gang signs
Niggas lookin' up to me like a dove, I guess I'm real fly
This prive pack, Jet Fuel, yeah, I get real high
Trap a treat 4, I wouldn't change shit
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Writer(s): Kevin Bailey Bailey
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