Corpus Christi

Cough cough cough Yeah Its NOC nigga Never Off Center Entertainment F*ck you mean? We at the bottom of the map Its nice as shit out here Aye yo Fame you up? I’m in Corpus Christi pressing pills Bitching bout the WiFi These shooters shoot they don’t clap Straight high fives Mob ties Like 5 guys My side ride Slide Chopper fly High tide Been out here in this field Bout to run a drill You niggas know the deal Tryna get a mill You with the shits We the shits You ain’t no gangsta And I ain’t no bitch You ain’t MOB MOB MOB Don’t ask me naaaaah I ain’t no snitch My nigga saw me fucked up gave me plate I ran it back He made me a stake On my mom Glass of wine Sat me down Ran me the play Got a boat load Touchdown in two days On the coast floating watching if it’s ok On a private yatch smoking private stoock Like thank god baby it’s a new day But I been fresh to death since two ways Then flewd bae to get loose with me Let her move the v while I curl the tree Front of Walmart let her pearl the d What you heard I see Off the curbs my g Nothing like me and your birds eye peep You gone runaway when shit got deep I Drove ot if the price get steep I done let you pussies live like nine times I don’t need to get signed You don’t get it these is crime rhymes Crime vibes Wash nine times Trough my cuzzins cuzzins sisters aunts moms side I rap different Cuz I trap different (it’s real) When I’m packing packs I pack different Like hold up I think a pack missing Nah fr I be in the trap tipping Work hard Shine bright I’m fried rice ducking the lime lite All the things shell do for the dick Shit....I’m doing better then Klondike Now run it run it run it Nah fr run it I’m here for it all For the blocks the crops the rocks the drops The stocks and ya buss down say its time to cancel ya ball Sheep costumes open doors Checkered floors With the vultures Getting Throated by fenty hores Balls deep Make the Pedals hitting the Bentley floors I’m from the gutta Ya baby mother claiming I’m ha brother Get crazy Play with the gravy get smothered Suck a glock and lip lock Don’t get zip locked on a pit stop Kbm hover at the tip top Covered by the blood of hip hop Smoke Palma’s with the llamas don’t shit stop Tell her hurry up now baby tic toc I don’t do drama I exhale ganja Just because she sucked the dick doesn’t mean I want your bitch Only chase commas Nigga keep acting up I’m gonna bomb her Send her home with some schoma Kbm to trill We pressing pulls running drills Making plays on Obama’s