Yea
They found your bitch
Yes
It's the mother f*ckin' king
Alpha
Luke
Ray
Wassup
Aye
F*ck her life I get a bag and whip it
Lukie backin' out the Rolls
I just that you should know I spin your block and wet it
30 shots come out the pole
And I put that on the gang you not the one I been it
Hit my line we never closed
I want the house I want the car I want the bitches in it
I used to hustle in the cold
I just though that you should know
Alpha Lukie Ray go Nyce I feel like Shaq and Penny
My Bando jumpin' out the roof when I go trap a Telly
I kill a beat then bring it back I feel like Makaveli
I lay it down you play around my shit be slapping heavy
Who gon f*ck with this and who they comin' with
You jackin' sucker shit I back it out and get you f*ckin' hit
I'm the one to get I set the bar for what you comin' with
A couple addy 30's couple perky's that's a rumble kit
You frontin' suck a dick
Yes Yes
I'm in Louie you in Guess meet the plug I finesse
It's Luke the king you pawn your ice I check your mate I could chess
Im tatted under my vest I drip and flood the baguettes
You really broke that's why you f*ckin' depressed
Said it's the alpha cartel gasoline you could smell
Got 20k just for my bitch you be beggin' for bail
Them yellows got me with the itch perky perky for sale
I re up anytime I want you move your pack like a snail
I got the plain Jane buggin' overflow with the Voss
I do not know I do not care what it cost I'm never takin' a loss
Candy paint like tangerine with the gloss I think you soft
Come and learn how to floss I brought a stick like Lacrosse
The course boss break it down in my loft
I run it run it what the f*ck did you thought her pussy pop out the Porsche
Ran out of money so I'm coming' for yours my shawty pure
Like the drip on my 4's they ain't touching' the floor
F*ck her life I get a bag and whip it
Lukie backin' out the Rolls
I just that you should know I spin your block and wet it
30 shots come out the pole
And I put that on the gang you not the one I been it
Hit my line we never closed
I want the house I want the car I want the bitches in it
I used to hustle in the cold
I just though that you should know
Just another youngin' tryna get a bag why they mad I don't even see a reason
It's like somebody gave these boys a pass now they gassed and I just can't believe it I'm dreamin'
Swervin while I'm speedin' runnin' from my demons
Diamonds on me gleamin' summertime I'm freezin'
The ice on the kid gotcha wife on the dick
The price on my wrist like the price on ya whip
I got these haters big mad washed up like you Sinbad
Left em all stuck like how the f*ck he did that
Sick to they stomach probably feelin' like they ribs cracked
You talkin' I don't hear you tho I ain't wit the chit chat
To me you just a corny lame Brooklyn where I'm born and raised
Used to play the streets but it's feelin' like the corner's changed
In it for respect they just do it for the Fortune fame
I feel like there's more to gain f*cked up like a orphan's brain
F*ck her life I get a bag and whip it
Lukie backin' out the Rolls
I just that you should know I spin your block and wet it
30 shots come out the pole
And I put that on the gang you not the one I been it
Hit my line we never closed
I want the house I want the car I want the bitches in it
I used to hustle in the cold
I just though that you should know
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Yea
They found your bitch
Yes
It's the mother f*ckin' king
Alpha
Luke
Ray
Wassup
Aye
F*ck her life I get a bag and whip it
Lukie backin' out the Rolls
I just that you should know I spin your block and wet it
30 shots come out the pole
And I put that on the gang you not the one I been it
Hit my line we never closed
I want the house I want the car I want the bitches in it
I used to hustle in the cold
I just though that you should know
Alpha Lukie Ray go Nyce I feel like Shaq and Penny
My Bando jumpin' out the roof when I go trap a Telly
I kill a beat then bring it back I feel like Makaveli
I lay it down you play around my shit be slapping heavy
Who gon f*ck with this and who they comin' with
You jackin' sucker shit I back it out and get you f*ckin' hit
I'm the one to get I set the bar for what you comin' with
A couple addy 30's couple perky's that's a rumble kit
You frontin' suck a dick
Yes Yes
I'm in Louie you in Guess meet the plug I finesse
It's Luke the king you pawn your ice I check your mate I could chess
Im tatted under my vest I drip and flood the baguettes
You really broke that's why you f*ckin' depressed
Said it's the alpha cartel gasoline you could smell
Got 20k just for my bitch you be beggin' for bail
Them yellows got me with the itch perky perky for sale
I re up anytime I want you move your pack like a snail
I got the plain Jane buggin' overflow with the Voss
I do not know I do not care what it cost I'm never takin' a loss
Candy paint like tangerine with the gloss I think you soft
Come and learn how to floss I brought a stick like Lacrosse
The course boss break it down in my loft
I run it run it what the f*ck did you thought her pussy pop out the Porsche
Ran out of money so I'm coming' for yours my shawty pure
Like the drip on my 4's they ain't touching' the floor
F*ck her life I get a bag and whip it
Lukie backin' out the Rolls
I just that you should know I spin your block and wet it
30 shots come out the pole
And I put that on the gang you not the one I been it
Hit my line we never closed
I want the house I want the car I want the bitches in it
I used to hustle in the cold
I just though that you should know
Just another youngin' tryna get a bag why they mad I don't even see a reason
It's like somebody gave these boys a pass now they gassed and I just can't believe it I'm dreamin'
Swervin while I'm speedin' runnin' from my demons
Diamonds on me gleamin' summertime I'm freezin'
The ice on the kid gotcha wife on the dick
The price on my wrist like the price on ya whip
I got these haters big mad washed up like you Sinbad
Left em all stuck like how the f*ck he did that
Sick to they stomach probably feelin' like they ribs cracked
You talkin' I don't hear you tho I ain't wit the chit chat
To me you just a corny lame Brooklyn where I'm born and raised
Used to play the streets but it's feelin' like the corner's changed
In it for respect they just do it for the Fortune fame
I feel like there's more to gain f*cked up like a orphan's brain
F*ck her life I get a bag and whip it
Lukie backin' out the Rolls
I just that you should know I spin your block and wet it
30 shots come out the pole
And I put that on the gang you not the one I been it
Hit my line we never closed
I want the house I want the car I want the bitches in it
I used to hustle in the cold
I just though that you should know
They found your bitch
Yes
It's the mother f*ckin' king
Alpha
Luke
Ray
Wassup
Aye
F*ck her life I get a bag and whip it
Lukie backin' out the Rolls
I just that you should know I spin your block and wet it
30 shots come out the pole
And I put that on the gang you not the one I been it
Hit my line we never closed
I want the house I want the car I want the bitches in it
I used to hustle in the cold
I just though that you should know
Alpha Lukie Ray go Nyce I feel like Shaq and Penny
My Bando jumpin' out the roof when I go trap a Telly
I kill a beat then bring it back I feel like Makaveli
I lay it down you play around my shit be slapping heavy
Who gon f*ck with this and who they comin' with
You jackin' sucker shit I back it out and get you f*ckin' hit
I'm the one to get I set the bar for what you comin' with
A couple addy 30's couple perky's that's a rumble kit
You frontin' suck a dick
Yes Yes
I'm in Louie you in Guess meet the plug I finesse
It's Luke the king you pawn your ice I check your mate I could chess
Im tatted under my vest I drip and flood the baguettes
You really broke that's why you f*ckin' depressed
Said it's the alpha cartel gasoline you could smell
Got 20k just for my bitch you be beggin' for bail
Them yellows got me with the itch perky perky for sale
I re up anytime I want you move your pack like a snail
I got the plain Jane buggin' overflow with the Voss
I do not know I do not care what it cost I'm never takin' a loss
Candy paint like tangerine with the gloss I think you soft
Come and learn how to floss I brought a stick like Lacrosse
The course boss break it down in my loft
I run it run it what the f*ck did you thought her pussy pop out the Porsche
Ran out of money so I'm coming' for yours my shawty pure
Like the drip on my 4's they ain't touching' the floor
F*ck her life I get a bag and whip it
Lukie backin' out the Rolls
I just that you should know I spin your block and wet it
30 shots come out the pole
And I put that on the gang you not the one I been it
Hit my line we never closed
I want the house I want the car I want the bitches in it
I used to hustle in the cold
I just though that you should know
Just another youngin' tryna get a bag why they mad I don't even see a reason
It's like somebody gave these boys a pass now they gassed and I just can't believe it I'm dreamin'
Swervin while I'm speedin' runnin' from my demons
Diamonds on me gleamin' summertime I'm freezin'
The ice on the kid gotcha wife on the dick
The price on my wrist like the price on ya whip
I got these haters big mad washed up like you Sinbad
Left em all stuck like how the f*ck he did that
Sick to they stomach probably feelin' like they ribs cracked
You talkin' I don't hear you tho I ain't wit the chit chat
To me you just a corny lame Brooklyn where I'm born and raised
Used to play the streets but it's feelin' like the corner's changed
In it for respect they just do it for the Fortune fame
I feel like there's more to gain f*cked up like a orphan's brain
F*ck her life I get a bag and whip it
Lukie backin' out the Rolls
I just that you should know I spin your block and wet it
30 shots come out the pole
And I put that on the gang you not the one I been it
Hit my line we never closed
I want the house I want the car I want the bitches in it
I used to hustle in the cold
I just though that you should know
Writer: Joseph DiBenedetto, Raymond Cioffi
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid