Im so sick I got a cold
I cant leave the house with no pole
Drinking and driving
Yeah I been swerving
But I still stayed on the road
How could I fold
My neck full gold, that's from the records I sold
Been at it since a Youngin
Always knew Id see my name in bold
Im so sick I gotta cough
But I think its the backwood
Bad little bitch when she private with me
But in public she act good
Shots straight out the bottle the apple of crown
That's just how I get down
Swerving round the town
Did a 180 just to switch up the sound
Wake up every morning think god of the day
Devils at work gotta keep me a K
Came a long way from the minimum wage
You boys sweet just like Minute Maid
Im so sick I got a cold
I cant leave the house with no pole
Drinking and driving
Yeah I been swerving
But I still stayed on the road
How could I fold
My neck full gold, that's from the records I sold
Been at it since a Youngin
Always knew Id see my name in bold
Need gold everything talking Trinidad James
Even down to the frames
Smoking while im driving im just in my lane
I don't do the beefing with you internet lames
Crash just like thunder im bringing the lightning
2 stepping through Tennessee feel like a Titan
Smoking on gas but this shit you can't cypher
They way it hit my lung like a hook came from Tyson
Remember walking round half ounce in my sock
Got the keys just like Future I got it on lock
Can't leave the house if I aint got my glock
All he heard was some static then that boy got shot
Im so sick I got a cold
I cant leave the house with no pole
Drinking and driving
Yeah I been swerving
But I still stayed on the road
How could I fold
My neck full gold, that's from the records I sold
Been at it since a Youngin
Always knew Id see my name in bold
The biggest f*ckin target ya dig
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Im so sick I got a cold
I cant leave the house with no pole
Drinking and driving
Yeah I been swerving
But I still stayed on the road
How could I fold
My neck full gold, that's from the records I sold
Been at it since a Youngin
Always knew Id see my name in bold
Im so sick I gotta cough
But I think its the backwood
Bad little bitch when she private with me
But in public she act good
Shots straight out the bottle the apple of crown
That's just how I get down
Swerving round the town
Did a 180 just to switch up the sound
Wake up every morning think god of the day
Devils at work gotta keep me a K
Came a long way from the minimum wage
You boys sweet just like Minute Maid
Im so sick I got a cold
I cant leave the house with no pole
Drinking and driving
Yeah I been swerving
But I still stayed on the road
How could I fold
My neck full gold, that's from the records I sold
Been at it since a Youngin
Always knew Id see my name in bold
Need gold everything talking Trinidad James
Even down to the frames
Smoking while im driving im just in my lane
I don't do the beefing with you internet lames
Crash just like thunder im bringing the lightning
2 stepping through Tennessee feel like a Titan
Smoking on gas but this shit you can't cypher
They way it hit my lung like a hook came from Tyson
Remember walking round half ounce in my sock
Got the keys just like Future I got it on lock
Can't leave the house if I aint got my glock
All he heard was some static then that boy got shot
Im so sick I got a cold
I cant leave the house with no pole
Drinking and driving
Yeah I been swerving
But I still stayed on the road
How could I fold
My neck full gold, that's from the records I sold
Been at it since a Youngin
Always knew Id see my name in bold
The biggest f*ckin target ya dig
I cant leave the house with no pole
Drinking and driving
Yeah I been swerving
But I still stayed on the road
How could I fold
My neck full gold, that's from the records I sold
Been at it since a Youngin
Always knew Id see my name in bold
Im so sick I gotta cough
But I think its the backwood
Bad little bitch when she private with me
But in public she act good
Shots straight out the bottle the apple of crown
That's just how I get down
Swerving round the town
Did a 180 just to switch up the sound
Wake up every morning think god of the day
Devils at work gotta keep me a K
Came a long way from the minimum wage
You boys sweet just like Minute Maid
Im so sick I got a cold
I cant leave the house with no pole
Drinking and driving
Yeah I been swerving
But I still stayed on the road
How could I fold
My neck full gold, that's from the records I sold
Been at it since a Youngin
Always knew Id see my name in bold
Need gold everything talking Trinidad James
Even down to the frames
Smoking while im driving im just in my lane
I don't do the beefing with you internet lames
Crash just like thunder im bringing the lightning
2 stepping through Tennessee feel like a Titan
Smoking on gas but this shit you can't cypher
They way it hit my lung like a hook came from Tyson
Remember walking round half ounce in my sock
Got the keys just like Future I got it on lock
Can't leave the house if I aint got my glock
All he heard was some static then that boy got shot
Im so sick I got a cold
I cant leave the house with no pole
Drinking and driving
Yeah I been swerving
But I still stayed on the road
How could I fold
My neck full gold, that's from the records I sold
Been at it since a Youngin
Always knew Id see my name in bold
The biggest f*ckin target ya dig
Writer: DAKOTA ARTERBERRY, ADAM ALLSBROOKS
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Performed By: TrapHouse Koda
Language: English
Length: 2:16
Written by: DAKOTA ARTERBERRY, ADAM ALLSBROOKS