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I answer my phone like, "What's happening?" What you saying lad, you tryna get bags in? Five minutes mush, I know that you're rattling Yeah, cushty bari, don't ring my phone unless you want a party I'm grafting, I'm the cocaine cowboy captain I don't know why your man keeps acting We all know he's a runner like Gatlin He better run for his life when I (pow) I'm on pinch with my dog like Grinch Getting miles from an inch when I hit them roads I'm a white boy like Finch when I flip them O's Take this to the nose My drugs are pernicious, intentions are malicious I serve food, but I don't wash no dishes The roads are hot like Mauritius My tick list looks like a petition I want profit, not commission Let me tell you 'bout the life I lead Man wanna know where I a-be When they ring they wanna buy a G 'Cause they're in dire need to try a key Opps wanna try a G But I'm cush 'cause the barrel on the shotgun's Siamese Why are these man tryna act like they're so on it? I stay wired like robotics 'cause I got drugs in both pockets And I don't fuck with grasses, my son's first words were, "No comment" I answer my phone like, "What's happening?" What you saying lad, you tryna get bags in? Five minutes mush, I know that you're rattling Yeah, cushty bari, don't ring my phone unless you want a party I'm grafting, I'm the cocaine cowboy captain I don't know why your man keeps acting We all know he's a runner like Gatlin He better run for his life when I Sat in my car all day, tryna graft lots Bare McD's is turning me to a fat slob It's ironic how I never had a father figure But selling drugs, I'm developing a dad bod I'm with Burkz and he's looking like a Sasquatch I laugh lots when man rap and act bad You're hard now, but you started off soft like a crack rock Z of white looking like Ken Shamrock Don't believe me, ask your wife I put the "opp" in "Big Poppa" I put the "hot" in "sniff shotta" I tick weight, you're a TikToker The way the cowards are spending their benefits is improper Ring me and I'll slide for drama 'Cause the enemy of a friend is mine regardless Mother's life, fuck the other side I don't fuck with 'em like the boy in the striped pyjamas What's happening? What you saying lad, you tryna get bags in? Five minutes mush, I know that you're rattling Yeah, cushty bari, don't ring my phone unless you want a party I'm grafting, I'm the cocaine cowboy captain I don't know why your man keeps acting We all know he's a runner like Gatlin He better run for his life when I (pow-pow!)
Writer(s): Curtis Jackson, Scott Storch, Matthieu Woodburn, Zaen Lawrence Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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