TrapHouse Koda - Covid

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 fuckin target ya dig

Written by:
DAKOTA ARTERBERRY, ADAM ALLSBROOKS

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