Stove Top

Yo free my nigga man Yo free my nigga man Yo free my nigga man Man fuck you nigga, get away from us nigga Man fuck you nigga, get away from us nigga Man fuck you nigga, get away from us nigga I said fuck you nigga I said fuck you nigga I said fuck you nigga (Lighter!) I was in the trap all night All day tryna get my money back 'fore the sun drop I'm paranoid so my gun cocked Bout to run my city but I started off on one block Flex'll drop a bomb to this shit, we be in the projects every other day boy I do the mission with the bunnies, I'm a playboy Don't even ask me what I make boy I got my mask on in the kitchen Caught a cramp in my wrist from the whippin' He actin' nervous around the game, bet he snitchin' If he don't end up in the dirty with the fishes Cocaine cookin' on the stove top But you can smell it through the whole house Streets got my heart cold like an old house Sky dweller Rollie with a gold mouth Couple bottles of that gold shit A bunch of felons who I roll with Spent they whole life tryna get a whole brick I got a cousin doin' life, he never told shit In a minute boy, your life could change so quick Let off a whole clip, gave your bitch the whole dick Nas told me in the dresser where the Tec go Same energy as Pac when he got with Death Row Let's go Cocaine cooking on the stove top But you can smell it through the whole house Say my name, I bring the hoes out I put 20, 000 in an old couch Cocaine cooking on the stove top But you can smell it through the whole house Say my name, I bring the hoes out I put 20, 000 in an old couch Niggas only hate you when they broke Show me how much money you can make Rob a bank before the day I go broke Let's see how much money we could take Niggas only hate you when they broke Show me how much money you can make Rob a bank before the day I go broke Let's see how much money we could take We've been trappin' for a long time Throw a ladder on the chrome nine How they killers but they online? Spot jumpers switch the phone line Harlem niggas got they own grind, I want the money Hard to breathe when the yolo cookin' in the spot Forgot I had a warrant from the bookers to the block Came up from the bottom, I done took it to the top Now I do the Rollie, got 'em lookin' at my watch Trap help me with the lawyer money, I was burnt out Knew a good girl, hit the dutch, she was turnt out That new wave, I'm like Max with his perm out 15 I played the lookout, I can earn now I know a couple fiends that I gave credit All I want is straight cash, I don't take debit Rest in peace to Bush, that's the old head I told him I'd rather be dead than have no bread Cocaine cooking on the stove top But you can smell it through the whole house Say my name, I bring the hoes out I put 20, 000 in an old couch Cocaine cooking on the stove top But you can smell it through the whole house Say my name, I bring the hoes out I put 20, 000 in an old couch Niggas only hate you when they broke Show me how much money you can make Rob a bank before the day I go broke Let's see how much money we could take Niggas only hate you when they broke Show me how much money you can make Rob a bank before the day I go broke Let's see how much money we could take Take it out your pocket if you got it I used to have to hide the product in the closet Take it out your pocket if you got it I used to have to hide the product in the closet Take it out your pocket if you got it I used to have to hide the product in the closet Take it out your pocket if you got it I used to have to hide the product in the closet

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