CVS Hustle - Making Noise

Bro said apply pressure on you niggas
You see twenty twenty I see thirty vision
We a get to knocking niggas down like demolishing
Melo dropping thirty got me dropping thirty of you niggas
Ball like Melo dropping thirty then hit thirty of they bitches
I been in the kitchen by the sink but I ain't doing dishes
Im the nigga of that bitch dreams just brought her new inches
Fuck with us come and get blessed we giving out wishes
But if you play with our money you coming up missing
We got all the drop and these niggas know it
So much flake around this bitch you a think its snowing
So much cake round this bitch everyday a party
My bitch came a long way from rocking Ed Hardy
Now its Michael Cors and Christian Dior
Giuseppe red bottoms got me dripping on the floor
Plus we locked in round this bitch ain't no open doors
If you can't do that shit twice then what you doing it for aye
Pull up catch a pop in something you can't afford
If you cant do that shit again then what you doing it for
Shit I got heads for the girl and for the boy
Junkie jumping Jack hit the crack it made him jump for joy
In something fat smoking cookie this ain't almond joy
Hand on the cannon cause I ride around paranoid
I'm santa with that sack on me but I ain't handing out toys
We the only niggas in the city making noise
Skit Skat in the trap bro just broke another skat
Trying to weight a whole brick dropped it then brought it back
Stashing geez in the flat little baby I'm a flip it if you squeeze in a rack
Yeah we heard hida in town feeding cheese to the rats
Grab the louie v slug he getting beat with a bat
In the kitchen with the egg beater whip this a ten
Throw in a little extra depending on what you spend This that A one glass
I know they gone shop again
Shit we done taking L's little nigga we trying to win
Ain't got nothing for you to hold shit Im trying to grow the roll
Heads calling back to back I knock em down like dominos
Pull up catch a pop in something you can't afford
If you cant do that shit again then what you doing it for
Shit I got heads for the girl and for the boy
Junkie jumping Jack hit the crack it made him jump for joy
In something fat smoking cookie this ain't almond joy
Hand on the cannon cause I ride around paranoid
I'm santa with that sack on me but I ain't handing out toys
We the only niggas in the city making noise

Written by:
Travell Johnson

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find