[Intro]
CP24, my youngin' tryna score
Around 1:30 on friday afternoon
Police department out there responded to a 911 call for shots fired
In this car now they're checking nearby for business security cameras
Detectives are currently processing the scene and investigating as a homicide
CP24, my youngin' tryna score
He gon' lay your body on the f*ckin' porch
They shootin' sh*t like the sh*t a sport
[Chorus]
CP24, my youngin tryna score (tryna score)
He gon' lay your body on the f*cking porch (f*ckin' porch)
My n*gga shooting up sh*t like the sh*t a sport
Thunder sound on your block like it's a thunder storm (ha)
This the .380 storm (ha)
Can't f*ck no little whore (no little whore)
I think I got a warrant 'cause I missed my court
Most of you n*ggas poor I send you to the store (ha)
b*tch I love the trap I'm never getting bored
[Verse 1]
Don't make me put your face up on a news report (News report)
Like I just want a bust down f*ck that Michael Kors, (Rollie)
Like b*tch I know your plug don't make me pull your cord (Plug)
Like watch out for the feds they pull up in a Ford (Ford)
Up it, yee yeah you better bust it
Off the lean I be smoking on that dumb sh*t (Dumb sh*t)
n*ggas tweak then you better bring your gun b*tch
OT, I was nippin' to the buckets
[Chorus]
CP24, my youngin tryna score (tryna score)
He gon' lay your body on the f*cking porch (f*ckin' porch)
My n*gga shooting up sh*t like the sh*t a sport
Thunder sound on your block like it's a thunder storm
This the .380 storm
Can't f*ck no little whore (no little whore)
I think I got a warrant 'cause I missed my court
Most of you n*ggas poor I send you to the store
b*tch I love the trap I'm never getting bored
[Verse 2]
OG told me n*gga better get your crib up (crib up)
'Cause nobody gon' be there for you when you slip up (slip up)
Watch out for b*tches tryna change up (aaaahhh)
I know some days ones n*ggas that done switched up (aaaahhh)
I keep a strap at a school (uh-huh)
Know some boys up on the block and they looking for you
I check week n*gga then I copped me some jewels
I've been trappin' all day gotta me some food
This for the real n*gga
I got some shooters in the field n*gga
If he too fishy I can't deal with it
Since a kid been doing deals n*gga
[Chorus]
CP24, my youngin tryna score (tryna score)
He gon' lay your body on the f*cking porch (f*ckin' porch)
My n*gga shooting up sh*t like the sh*t a sport
Thunder sound on your block like it's a thunder storm
This the .380 storm
Can't f*ck no little whore (no little whore)
I think I got a warrant 'cause I missed my court
Most of you n*ggas poor i send you to the store
b*tch I love the trap I'm never getting bored