(Kookup, what's up?)
(Turn me up, Zento)
I seen my first memories on them bando floors
We get the trap, oui-oui, yeah, check the score
I got the Range Rover, satin black with the mash, do you get it?
She want some VVS', check her hand, that's her plan, do you get it?
I swear to God, that's my darling and I pay the tab, black debit
Operation, five g-packs in the back, they gon' say
I got the molly and edibles broad day, turn a boy to a vegetable
Can't get to the U.S., all my cases are federal, they impeccable
I'm whippin' up crack, it's a storm and most of these niggas 'round, they pay
Like a Krispy Kreme, so clean, whippin' up crack, got the glaze
I got some pain in my heart and I swear to God, you could tell by my face
Yeah, niggas hate me and LB, we was active, hittin' niggas broad day
When this shit rains, it pours, I can tell that you niggas weren't poor
I got a famous bitch, so what? Make her, on the floor
Ten to 0, check the score
New car, come ball
See the nigga GG ain't pure
LB, that's for sure
Amiri jeans, ain't nothin' cray
I've been with chromes from a day
Hi-tech or lemonade
Argue with bro, see their grave
Killer, killer, shift him with the blick that put him down the curb
Gucci, blueprint, hit you, f*ckin' stupid
Are you 'bout to die 'bout your word?
And I'm with chromes, that nigga a cat
I got some flake, came from a Turk
This bitch is the shit so I call her a turd
This nigga ain't never killed no one, I call him a nerd
Pull up, see the curb
Porsche jeep, say the word
When this shit rains, it pours, I can tell that you niggas weren't poor
I got a famous bitch, so what? Make her, on the floor
Ten to 0, check the score
New car, come ball
I'm in a Range, black on black
You see the flash on the tan (flash on the tan)
From the stage straight to the trap
They know I was destined to win
The AP is wet like a tap
Sixty the ride
These niggas, they're wishin' for days
My nigga, he fresh home, Iraq
And that ain't no cap
I heard that your killers, they miss
To niggas, I move antisocial (uh-huh)
Got that bitch through the social
And I still feel the pain that I go through
We ain't the same, bro, I told you
I guess the money gon' clean so I'm sorta good
I ain't gotta trap but I thought I should
Now I feed all the bros like I thought I would
Bro passed the exam when he learned to cook
I've been buyin' these clothes and that's devilish
I got a ho that wants everything
Bro got a box and he pebble it
He comin' up just like me and it's evident (that's evident)
The trap spot is evident (evident)
I love this ho and she heaven sent (heaven sent)
I been missin' my bro but when he come home, he gonna be back like he never left
It's ten nil to us, we won again, they wanna get equal (equal)
My killers go masked, they pull up in cars, they scheme on your people (people)
I can't change over fame, bro, I know you (I know you)
My life is insane, I stay the same and I still show love like I'm supposed to
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(Kookup, what's up?)
(Turn me up, Zento)
I seen my first memories on them bando floors
We get the trap, oui-oui, yeah, check the score
I got the Range Rover, satin black with the mash, do you get it?
She want some VVS', check her hand, that's her plan, do you get it?
I swear to God, that's my darling and I pay the tab, black debit
Operation, five g-packs in the back, they gon' say
I got the molly and edibles broad day, turn a boy to a vegetable
Can't get to the U.S., all my cases are federal, they impeccable
I'm whippin' up crack, it's a storm and most of these niggas 'round, they pay
Like a Krispy Kreme, so clean, whippin' up crack, got the glaze
I got some pain in my heart and I swear to God, you could tell by my face
Yeah, niggas hate me and LB, we was active, hittin' niggas broad day
When this shit rains, it pours, I can tell that you niggas weren't poor
I got a famous bitch, so what? Make her, on the floor
Ten to 0, check the score
New car, come ball
See the nigga GG ain't pure
LB, that's for sure
Amiri jeans, ain't nothin' cray
I've been with chromes from a day
Hi-tech or lemonade
Argue with bro, see their grave
Killer, killer, shift him with the blick that put him down the curb
Gucci, blueprint, hit you, f*ckin' stupid
Are you 'bout to die 'bout your word?
And I'm with chromes, that nigga a cat
I got some flake, came from a Turk
This bitch is the shit so I call her a turd
This nigga ain't never killed no one, I call him a nerd
Pull up, see the curb
Porsche jeep, say the word
When this shit rains, it pours, I can tell that you niggas weren't poor
I got a famous bitch, so what? Make her, on the floor
Ten to 0, check the score
New car, come ball
I'm in a Range, black on black
You see the flash on the tan (flash on the tan)
From the stage straight to the trap
They know I was destined to win
The AP is wet like a tap
Sixty the ride
These niggas, they're wishin' for days
My nigga, he fresh home, Iraq
And that ain't no cap
I heard that your killers, they miss
To niggas, I move antisocial (uh-huh)
Got that bitch through the social
And I still feel the pain that I go through
We ain't the same, bro, I told you
I guess the money gon' clean so I'm sorta good
I ain't gotta trap but I thought I should
Now I feed all the bros like I thought I would
Bro passed the exam when he learned to cook
I've been buyin' these clothes and that's devilish
I got a ho that wants everything
Bro got a box and he pebble it
He comin' up just like me and it's evident (that's evident)
The trap spot is evident (evident)
I love this ho and she heaven sent (heaven sent)
I been missin' my bro but when he come home, he gonna be back like he never left
It's ten nil to us, we won again, they wanna get equal (equal)
My killers go masked, they pull up in cars, they scheme on your people (people)
I can't change over fame, bro, I know you (I know you)
My life is insane, I stay the same and I still show love like I'm supposed to
(Turn me up, Zento)
I seen my first memories on them bando floors
We get the trap, oui-oui, yeah, check the score
I got the Range Rover, satin black with the mash, do you get it?
She want some VVS', check her hand, that's her plan, do you get it?
I swear to God, that's my darling and I pay the tab, black debit
Operation, five g-packs in the back, they gon' say
I got the molly and edibles broad day, turn a boy to a vegetable
Can't get to the U.S., all my cases are federal, they impeccable
I'm whippin' up crack, it's a storm and most of these niggas 'round, they pay
Like a Krispy Kreme, so clean, whippin' up crack, got the glaze
I got some pain in my heart and I swear to God, you could tell by my face
Yeah, niggas hate me and LB, we was active, hittin' niggas broad day
When this shit rains, it pours, I can tell that you niggas weren't poor
I got a famous bitch, so what? Make her, on the floor
Ten to 0, check the score
New car, come ball
See the nigga GG ain't pure
LB, that's for sure
Amiri jeans, ain't nothin' cray
I've been with chromes from a day
Hi-tech or lemonade
Argue with bro, see their grave
Killer, killer, shift him with the blick that put him down the curb
Gucci, blueprint, hit you, f*ckin' stupid
Are you 'bout to die 'bout your word?
And I'm with chromes, that nigga a cat
I got some flake, came from a Turk
This bitch is the shit so I call her a turd
This nigga ain't never killed no one, I call him a nerd
Pull up, see the curb
Porsche jeep, say the word
When this shit rains, it pours, I can tell that you niggas weren't poor
I got a famous bitch, so what? Make her, on the floor
Ten to 0, check the score
New car, come ball
I'm in a Range, black on black
You see the flash on the tan (flash on the tan)
From the stage straight to the trap
They know I was destined to win
The AP is wet like a tap
Sixty the ride
These niggas, they're wishin' for days
My nigga, he fresh home, Iraq
And that ain't no cap
I heard that your killers, they miss
To niggas, I move antisocial (uh-huh)
Got that bitch through the social
And I still feel the pain that I go through
We ain't the same, bro, I told you
I guess the money gon' clean so I'm sorta good
I ain't gotta trap but I thought I should
Now I feed all the bros like I thought I would
Bro passed the exam when he learned to cook
I've been buyin' these clothes and that's devilish
I got a ho that wants everything
Bro got a box and he pebble it
He comin' up just like me and it's evident (that's evident)
The trap spot is evident (evident)
I love this ho and she heaven sent (heaven sent)
I been missin' my bro but when he come home, he gonna be back like he never left
It's ten nil to us, we won again, they wanna get equal (equal)
My killers go masked, they pull up in cars, they scheme on your people (people)
I can't change over fame, bro, I know you (I know you)
My life is insane, I stay the same and I still show love like I'm supposed to
Writer: Adam Williams, Ricky Banton
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC