Trell Craft - 4Ever Stuck In My Bagg

Demons keep plotting keep that stick like its hockey
you open my door you be hot as a taki
wow oh i wont even cock it i leave the house i be ready and cocky
smoking that dope got me cautious and nautious
lifting these bows got me fresh im sexy
yeah yeah my diamonds hit hard nxggaz wont even test it
nxggaz be hating they mad they jealous say what you want but you bet not talk reckless
fuck that lil chatter lets beef i'm ready i got that drum and i'm holding it steady
move boom shoot felon
play with your bxtch cause this shit can get messy
your bxtch want to fuck but i'm telling her no way less she fronting or selling my 4 way
pull up with a bag jump off on the freeway
cook up the dope then sell it to Jose
fuck everybody get money what i say
without the sugar you sour as kool-aid
say i cant rap but i wrapped up some cocaine
say i couldnt sell so i sold me a whole thang
you talk on my name then your name should be hoe mane yeah yeah lil nxgga hoe mane
the way i kick shit nxggas calling me lu kang
fat as hell in the trap thats my nxgga name boomane
fast as hell with that sar nxggax calling me usaine
100 deep at the show nxggaz calling us wu tang
ar on my back if i shot you propain
wow pow lil fly then be gone
download my single that a million of ringtones
back to back with them racks nxggaz calling it pingpong
count up this money could went bought some vlone
savage on my body dior be my colongne
lifting loud in the drought so these lbs got me strong
snitches keep talking i'm legit who u tell on
i send a kit get u hit get u fired on
locked up u talk get u kill by that pay phone
streets read you your rights you be stiff as a head stone yea dead as a grave stone

Written by:
DONTRELL DAVIS

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