Who wanna bet the boss, come on I'm taking all offers
Private jet departures, every nights a toss up
Iced all my limbs, so when I rap it defrost us
Rap about the trap, but when you rat that where you lost us
Them niggas double back, you wasn't strapped? That's where you lost us
His stomach touched his back, he got a gat turnt to enforcer
I'm just trying stack I turned a pack into a Porsche
The wing came out the back the coupe looks like a flying saucer
That's where he lost us
That's where he lost us
I'm just trying stack I turned a pack into a Porsche
The wing came out the back the coupe looks like a flying saucer
This one, for the those who wouldn't falter
The ones who hit the bottom and then turned to a curb stalker
They want a hundred pills out county, you'll swing thru like Pete Parker
I Stack green to put the fox fur in the green pea parka
Dior frames gave me the vision so that I can see farther
Bust the same trap three times in one night I'm like geez Marsha
I got a bitch I showed Couth that calls me daddy, she's like please father
She turned into a vixen on a yacht during sea charter
You ain't have that paper for the plug then you betta barter
Who knew that the roads were paved in gold from the Os out the water
God like nigga who rose to Martyr
I pray for those who embodies the flow of get dough tomorrow
Made 100 grand in the pathfinder but I'll look better in a galardo
For the days I had to trap it out in the rain like theres Wallo
In basement with a strap focused the aim at beer bottles
Having dates with this years model
Had to head back to the trap I couldn't coddle watch how the tears follow
In the kitchen got aggressive with the white like you don't hear lotto
She said she mere and shallow
I Bust a thousand traps and we could live by the grotto
I write a thousands raps they'll look at me like Aristotle
Put the coke in glass without the gloves it looks like I got vitiligo
The things that we have to do for survival
They said a man could transcend to a god and it's proof in bible
If Rothstein comes thru you'll know that it's Couth on Arrival
Who wanna bet the boss, come on I'm taking all offers
Private jet departures, every nights a toss up
Iced all my limbs, so when I rap it defrost us
Rap about the trap, but when you rat that where you lost us
Them niggas double back, you wasn't strapped? That's where you lost us
His stomach touched his back, he got a gat turnt to enforcer
I'm just trying stack I turned a pack into a Porsche
The wing came out the back the coupe looks like a flying saucer
That's where he lost us
That's where he lost us
I'm just trying stack I turned a pack into a Porsche
The wing came out the back the coupe looks like a flying saucer
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Who wanna bet the boss, come on I'm taking all offers
Private jet departures, every nights a toss up
Iced all my limbs, so when I rap it defrost us
Rap about the trap, but when you rat that where you lost us
Them niggas double back, you wasn't strapped? That's where you lost us
His stomach touched his back, he got a gat turnt to enforcer
I'm just trying stack I turned a pack into a Porsche
The wing came out the back the coupe looks like a flying saucer
That's where he lost us
That's where he lost us
I'm just trying stack I turned a pack into a Porsche
The wing came out the back the coupe looks like a flying saucer
This one, for the those who wouldn't falter
The ones who hit the bottom and then turned to a curb stalker
They want a hundred pills out county, you'll swing thru like Pete Parker
I Stack green to put the fox fur in the green pea parka
Dior frames gave me the vision so that I can see farther
Bust the same trap three times in one night I'm like geez Marsha
I got a bitch I showed Couth that calls me daddy, she's like please father
She turned into a vixen on a yacht during sea charter
You ain't have that paper for the plug then you betta barter
Who knew that the roads were paved in gold from the Os out the water
God like nigga who rose to Martyr
I pray for those who embodies the flow of get dough tomorrow
Made 100 grand in the pathfinder but I'll look better in a galardo
For the days I had to trap it out in the rain like theres Wallo
In basement with a strap focused the aim at beer bottles
Having dates with this years model
Had to head back to the trap I couldn't coddle watch how the tears follow
In the kitchen got aggressive with the white like you don't hear lotto
She said she mere and shallow
I Bust a thousand traps and we could live by the grotto
I write a thousands raps they'll look at me like Aristotle
Put the coke in glass without the gloves it looks like I got vitiligo
The things that we have to do for survival
They said a man could transcend to a god and it's proof in bible
If Rothstein comes thru you'll know that it's Couth on Arrival
Who wanna bet the boss, come on I'm taking all offers
Private jet departures, every nights a toss up
Iced all my limbs, so when I rap it defrost us
Rap about the trap, but when you rat that where you lost us
Them niggas double back, you wasn't strapped? That's where you lost us
His stomach touched his back, he got a gat turnt to enforcer
I'm just trying stack I turned a pack into a Porsche
The wing came out the back the coupe looks like a flying saucer
That's where he lost us
That's where he lost us
I'm just trying stack I turned a pack into a Porsche
The wing came out the back the coupe looks like a flying saucer
Private jet departures, every nights a toss up
Iced all my limbs, so when I rap it defrost us
Rap about the trap, but when you rat that where you lost us
Them niggas double back, you wasn't strapped? That's where you lost us
His stomach touched his back, he got a gat turnt to enforcer
I'm just trying stack I turned a pack into a Porsche
The wing came out the back the coupe looks like a flying saucer
That's where he lost us
That's where he lost us
I'm just trying stack I turned a pack into a Porsche
The wing came out the back the coupe looks like a flying saucer
This one, for the those who wouldn't falter
The ones who hit the bottom and then turned to a curb stalker
They want a hundred pills out county, you'll swing thru like Pete Parker
I Stack green to put the fox fur in the green pea parka
Dior frames gave me the vision so that I can see farther
Bust the same trap three times in one night I'm like geez Marsha
I got a bitch I showed Couth that calls me daddy, she's like please father
She turned into a vixen on a yacht during sea charter
You ain't have that paper for the plug then you betta barter
Who knew that the roads were paved in gold from the Os out the water
God like nigga who rose to Martyr
I pray for those who embodies the flow of get dough tomorrow
Made 100 grand in the pathfinder but I'll look better in a galardo
For the days I had to trap it out in the rain like theres Wallo
In basement with a strap focused the aim at beer bottles
Having dates with this years model
Had to head back to the trap I couldn't coddle watch how the tears follow
In the kitchen got aggressive with the white like you don't hear lotto
She said she mere and shallow
I Bust a thousand traps and we could live by the grotto
I write a thousands raps they'll look at me like Aristotle
Put the coke in glass without the gloves it looks like I got vitiligo
The things that we have to do for survival
They said a man could transcend to a god and it's proof in bible
If Rothstein comes thru you'll know that it's Couth on Arrival
Who wanna bet the boss, come on I'm taking all offers
Private jet departures, every nights a toss up
Iced all my limbs, so when I rap it defrost us
Rap about the trap, but when you rat that where you lost us
Them niggas double back, you wasn't strapped? That's where you lost us
His stomach touched his back, he got a gat turnt to enforcer
I'm just trying stack I turned a pack into a Porsche
The wing came out the back the coupe looks like a flying saucer
That's where he lost us
That's where he lost us
I'm just trying stack I turned a pack into a Porsche
The wing came out the back the coupe looks like a flying saucer
Writer: Christopher Oliver
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, KILLPHONIC