ITSDENSCITY - Audible (feat. EK the Prince & Tower)

Yeah, yeah
Never again will I ever see a drought
Niggas gettin' to the paper, wasn't sleepin' on the couch
Yeah, they're screamin' 647 out their mouth
I'm sendin' to the packs, throw the addy down south
Weed super Zaza pack on shout
And I tell a bad bitch, paper route
Keep em confused had to change up the route
Had to change up the route,

Got me a pack I don't need me a front
Dying for the clout Niggas pullin' fake stunts,
Vacuum the seal up the pack of the runts
Then I load up the P's and I put it in the trunk
Trap house the sun shit smell like skunk
On the block like a real winner, shout when I dunk
Chats like the paper can't have me drunk
Married to paper, Ms. Mustard is drunk

Mob, got cookies, gelato and cake
Yeah, goin' all in, let's raise the stakes
Decipher the code, compete and compose
Mastermind goin' over coastal
Overdose, that's an overdose
Overheads like a fine car
Push to start, we got two cars
Zoom, zoom
200 and up, see a red light so you better duck
Always green light in a Benz truck
No luck for a fuck boy
Fuck this nigga, you a dope boy
50% but 100% profit
I'm a new topic, I cannot stop this
This goin' up, goin' up like a rocket
I be the prophet, 647 the topic
Voice outside, that's exotic
Ha ha, do my dance, bop it

They cannot stop this
647 the guy that's a prophet
I've been to prison, so you owe me a profit
Bitch, if you top me off with some confidence
Treesha you really done lost it
Lost to the saucer, so you cannot control it
I went pervert and this bitch not stolen
Fuckin' for a perky, you know I be stolen
Yes, I be stolen, straight to the cash
Cops on my ass, so we doin' the dash
Fuck on this bitch and she knocked in my past
Need me a bitch with a focus on cash
Straight mob shit, dress in all black, straight God shit
I count extra cash, I love extra rad
I love extra ass on my bitch
I'm smokin' extra gas, I'm a comin' fast
I might pass out off this slip
I'm drivin' extra fast, screamin' fuck the dash
Give a fuck if I flip

Never again will I ever see a drought
Niggas gettin' to the paper, wasn't sleepin' on the couch
Niggas ain't screamin' 647 out their mouth
Niggas in the packs, throw the addy down south
We super zombs, I pack on shots
And I tell a bad bitch, flip her out
Kids get confused, had to change up the route

Written by:
Dens Cine, Erik Dickerson

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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