Cinco - 4569434 lyrics

Hook:

Buss down wipe my di*k on the sheets
Chop down n*gga playing for keeps
Jack boys straight out the streets
Blowing it fast just like I’m Meech
Truck load no fumble
Lotta cash lotta commas
Big b’s a lotta bumble
Trap house do numbers
Going up for the summer
Keep it a boo no drama
Head shot no trauma
3 shots no jumper
She blow the di*k no trouble
Hit the pus*y head coming
Get the pack I’m gon bunk it
Lick down trap jumping
Hit the brick then pump it
Trap for work imma trunk it
I left school kept flunking
Go grind get some money

Verse 1:

On the grind got a heavy load
Kill my self if I ever told
G sh*t stick to every code
Stack the cash I’m in trappin mode
Chasing check b*tch something like Nike
I trap with n*ggas who didn’t even like me
Jail time family didn’t even write me
No hard feelings just
Some of dem didn’t like me
Bought a Benz when a n*gga when even riding them
Wit future when n*ggas wouldn’t even sign them
Freebandz that’s la familia
Black migo gang face familiar
Don’t f*ck with Five that n*gga will kill you
Don’t f*ck with Rudie because that n*gga a robber
Don’t f*ck with Fifty cuz it come wit them choppas
Paper trail don’t f*ck with imposters
Lotta beef come wit sum problems
Load the drone we ain’t doing no resolving
Head shots n*gga doing sum revolving
Leave the phone we ain’t doing no calling
Hit the club b*tch know we ballin ‘
n*gga try me b*tch know we goin to be brawlin’
Racks on me we ain’t doing no stall in ‘
Bring the rari come through crawling
Hook:

Buss down wipe my di*k on the sheets
Chop down n*gga playing for keeps
Jack boys straight out the streets
Blowing it fast just likte I’m Meech
Truck load no fumble
Lotta cash lotta commas
Big b’s a lotta bumble
Trap house do numbers
Going up for the summer
Keep it a boo no drama
Head shot no trauma
3 shots no jumper
She blow the di*k no trouble
Hit the pus*y head coming
Get the pack I’m gon bunk it
Lick down trap jumping
Hit the brick then pump it
Trap for work imma trunk it
I left school kept flunking
Go grind get some money

Verse 2:

Chop bricks Kong fu
Hit your b*tch come through
100 bees winnie Pooh
Cup shot 22 Old Racks 92
A lotta new money too
c*mber blue (alotta ice) might catch da flu
Now a n*gga feel new (trapper fool)
Drop outta school hit the block wit the tool
(Got the mask) go on a move
Your b*tch want to come through
(Get your hoe) you know she going to choose
Going out sad n*gga got the blues
Like religion n*gga gon imma keep it true
Trap pastor I can preach too
Swipe a pack n*gga I can keep it New
All hundreds n*gga I can keep it blue
Big b’s n*gga I can keep it Bloodie
f*cked all my b*tches never had a buddy
Left class n*gga never had to study
Keep two cups always had them muddy
Five guy shoota sitting in the cutty
Five guy b*tches counting up money
Loading *ammunition waiting on buddy

Hook:

Buss down wipe my di*k on the sheets
Chop down n*gga playing for keeps
Jack boys straight out the streets
Blowing it fast just like I’m Meech
Truck load no fumble
Lotta cash lotta commas
Big b’s a lotta bumble
Trap house do numbers
Going up for the summer
Keep it a boo no drama
Head shot no trauma
3 shots no jumper
She blow the di*k no trouble
Hit the pus*y head coming
Get the pack I’m gon bunk it
Lick down trap jumping
Hit the brick then pump it
Trap for work imma trunk it
I left school kept flunking
Go grind get some money