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Can you feel it? My vette got knocked, it ain't racin'
Turn off of Wayside and creep by Mason
I got lyrics like Jason
The only inflation I'm facin' is my airbags raisin'
Lazin' the Days Inn with a fine Asian
And her friend, we gon' have us a threesome
I mean a threesome, you know what I mean, son
Hoes on my bone like I come from Cleveland
Mo' murder, mo' murder
Six pack of brew and a nine pack of Perler
You know me, I move a lowkey backwards
Not much different from grocery staffers
I bag 'em up, excuse me, paper or plastic?
No question is too dumb, just ask it
It depends if it's grass, kid, or snow from Aspen
I can tell you're a has-been, stick to rappin'
Say now
That boy Carlos Coy on a mission
Spittin' real shit so you motherfuckers listen
Say now
You need a really quick cock blockin'
Dope house money keep comin', don't stop it
Say now
And we all about our profit
Dope house money, ain't nobody gonna stop it
Say now
And we put it in their face now
Blowin' on the kill, you can smell it out the case now
Forty-four mag in my boot, scoot boogie
Diss me or my team and get shot up like a movie
People be askin', I mean hoes harassin'
Tryna give me thirty-one flavors like Baskins
Blunt be passin', I be dashin'
Cops tryna handcuff me like Manson
The Benz get jumped like your boy at the club
S-P-N, baby, Bash and G-Dubb
It's the dope house cash flow, give 'em what they ask for
Gotta keep my pants low, hoes up on the dance floor
But I don't dance, though, sit back and buy the bar
Hydroponic buddha lover, get it by the jar
They know who we are, tryna call me on the three-way
On my B-day, gettin' head up on the freeway
Heavy concentration and some deadly renovation
Bullet penetration for the hater generation
Say now
That boy Carlos Coy on a mission
Spittin' real shit so you motherfuckers listen
Say now
You need a really quick cock blockin'
Dope house money keep comin', don't stop it
Say now
And we all about our profit
Dope house money, ain't nobody gonna stop it
Say now
And we put it in their face now
Blowin' on the kill, you can smell it out the case now
Uh, pulled up to the dope house
What the fuck is a trap house?
This player made Mexican got a bad mouth
Down south, Gulf Coast mackin'
Countin' major fetti, add it up and no subtraction
And when the truth hits the lights, send the drama to the noche
The way they lie down el coyote
But he bounce right back like a Spalding
Now he's out, major movies keep calling
And in the end, we gon' get the last laugh
CDs, posters with the autograph
Smashin', wet paint on the pearl white
And when I slide through, you better cuff your girl tight
Head full of game and them cocaine raps
G-Dubb got them propane straps
Like heaters, turnin' doubters to believers
I'm not a love maker, bitch, I'm a beaver
Say now
That boy Carlos Coy on a mission
Spittin' real shit so you motherfuckers listen
Say now
You need a really quick cock blockin'
Dope house money keep comin', don't stop it
Say now
And we all about our profit
Dope house money, ain't nobody gonna stop it
Say now
And we put it in their face now
Blowin' on the kill, you can smell it out the case now
Say now
Say now
Say now
Say now