One of my nigga just crossed me
That was so cold
Bringing up shit you did for me but that was so old
And that was so bold
Where is the code
Knew you would fold
Bag up the dope
Hop on the road
I get it sold
I got my bitch in the trap
She should be center of vogue
When it get hot we make it snow substance controlled
When it get cold fly cross the globe im in a robe
I did a show I f*cked a hoe im on a roll
I got ya bitch in the trap she bouta pick up a load
You on the phone that money call put you on hold
When it get hot we make it snow substance controlled
When it get cold fly cross the globe im in a robe
If we just Keeping it real don't Give a f*ck how you feel
I need a mill na I ain't concerned bout no deal
This shit is real
I run with niggas that kill
Gave my bro 60 forreal
Hell never squeal
I pray he get a appeal
He keep that weapon con sealed
He on a call now
I'm in the mall now
Bitch on the way to the crib
Jumped in here draws drowned
I like em all brown
You niggas all clowns
I turn that smirk to a frown
King me i need me a crown
I get that work for the low
Like that shit layin on the ground
Real g's move in silence
Good I ain't making no sounds
All you could hear is the rounds
A bunch of dawgs hounds
Fresh out of the dawg pound
We never fall down
Like What do you want
This nigga f*cked up the front
Wait till the first of the month
We in the cut wit a pump
You got yo shit in the truck
Hit you long range from the three
Or he run up it's dunk
He do that sober or drunk
This not what you want
One of my nigga just crossed me
That was so cold
Bringing up shit you did for me but that was so old
And that was so bold
Where is the code
Knew you would fold
Bag up the dope
Hop on the road
I get it sold
I got my bitch in the trap
She should be center of vogue
When it get hot we make it snow substance controlled
When it get cold fly cross the globe im in a robe
I did a show I f*cked a hoe im on a roll
I got ya bitch in the trap she bouta pick up a load
You on the phone that money call put you on hold
When it get hot we make it snow substance controlled
When it get cold fly cross the globe im in a robe
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One of my nigga just crossed me
That was so cold
Bringing up shit you did for me but that was so old
And that was so bold
Where is the code
Knew you would fold
Bag up the dope
Hop on the road
I get it sold
I got my bitch in the trap
She should be center of vogue
When it get hot we make it snow substance controlled
When it get cold fly cross the globe im in a robe
I did a show I f*cked a hoe im on a roll
I got ya bitch in the trap she bouta pick up a load
You on the phone that money call put you on hold
When it get hot we make it snow substance controlled
When it get cold fly cross the globe im in a robe
If we just Keeping it real don't Give a f*ck how you feel
I need a mill na I ain't concerned bout no deal
This shit is real
I run with niggas that kill
Gave my bro 60 forreal
Hell never squeal
I pray he get a appeal
He keep that weapon con sealed
He on a call now
I'm in the mall now
Bitch on the way to the crib
Jumped in here draws drowned
I like em all brown
You niggas all clowns
I turn that smirk to a frown
King me i need me a crown
I get that work for the low
Like that shit layin on the ground
Real g's move in silence
Good I ain't making no sounds
All you could hear is the rounds
A bunch of dawgs hounds
Fresh out of the dawg pound
We never fall down
Like What do you want
This nigga f*cked up the front
Wait till the first of the month
We in the cut wit a pump
You got yo shit in the truck
Hit you long range from the three
Or he run up it's dunk
He do that sober or drunk
This not what you want
One of my nigga just crossed me
That was so cold
Bringing up shit you did for me but that was so old
And that was so bold
Where is the code
Knew you would fold
Bag up the dope
Hop on the road
I get it sold
I got my bitch in the trap
She should be center of vogue
When it get hot we make it snow substance controlled
When it get cold fly cross the globe im in a robe
I did a show I f*cked a hoe im on a roll
I got ya bitch in the trap she bouta pick up a load
You on the phone that money call put you on hold
When it get hot we make it snow substance controlled
When it get cold fly cross the globe im in a robe
That was so cold
Bringing up shit you did for me but that was so old
And that was so bold
Where is the code
Knew you would fold
Bag up the dope
Hop on the road
I get it sold
I got my bitch in the trap
She should be center of vogue
When it get hot we make it snow substance controlled
When it get cold fly cross the globe im in a robe
I did a show I f*cked a hoe im on a roll
I got ya bitch in the trap she bouta pick up a load
You on the phone that money call put you on hold
When it get hot we make it snow substance controlled
When it get cold fly cross the globe im in a robe
If we just Keeping it real don't Give a f*ck how you feel
I need a mill na I ain't concerned bout no deal
This shit is real
I run with niggas that kill
Gave my bro 60 forreal
Hell never squeal
I pray he get a appeal
He keep that weapon con sealed
He on a call now
I'm in the mall now
Bitch on the way to the crib
Jumped in here draws drowned
I like em all brown
You niggas all clowns
I turn that smirk to a frown
King me i need me a crown
I get that work for the low
Like that shit layin on the ground
Real g's move in silence
Good I ain't making no sounds
All you could hear is the rounds
A bunch of dawgs hounds
Fresh out of the dawg pound
We never fall down
Like What do you want
This nigga f*cked up the front
Wait till the first of the month
We in the cut wit a pump
You got yo shit in the truck
Hit you long range from the three
Or he run up it's dunk
He do that sober or drunk
This not what you want
One of my nigga just crossed me
That was so cold
Bringing up shit you did for me but that was so old
And that was so bold
Where is the code
Knew you would fold
Bag up the dope
Hop on the road
I get it sold
I got my bitch in the trap
She should be center of vogue
When it get hot we make it snow substance controlled
When it get cold fly cross the globe im in a robe
I did a show I f*cked a hoe im on a roll
I got ya bitch in the trap she bouta pick up a load
You on the phone that money call put you on hold
When it get hot we make it snow substance controlled
When it get cold fly cross the globe im in a robe
Writer: Stephan Watkis-Davis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid