Relocate lyrics

by

Kasher Quon


[Intro]
Oh yeah, Chris

[Verse]
A label tried to offer 50, I just turned it down
Yo b*tch said she wanna f*ck, I just turned it down
Been on the road for a day doin' turn arounds
I don't stay in Detroit no mo', I'm in Miami now
Yeah I see you with Amiris but they hand me downs
Labels calling in, man, this sh*t's getting scary now
A n*gga tried to rob me I'ma gun him down
Guess the n*gga mad because me and his b*tch f*ck around
n*ggas broke, can't go half on a pound
I roll woods that be fatter than a black & mild
Get to clapping at a n*gga, where your cap and gown?
It seem like I always make 10 when I'm out of town
I'm staying here for a week, f*ck a turnaround
I get yo b*tch in a room and tell her to turn around
My own fam' hate on me 'cause I don't come around
I don't got time for the chit-chat cause I'm famous now
Three grams in a wood I'm finna face it now
Drank too much lean and pop, my face breaking out
That b*tch got 50 bodies and you ate her out
A n*gga ran off with a bank play I'm finna take him out
Finna kidnap this n*gga and duct tape his mouth
Or take one of the lil' n*gga children and f*ck his spouse
Or call my cousin from the army to blow up his house
Was gonna beat the n*gga ass, but he ain't come out the house
If I don't make sh*t today I won't come out the house
This b*tch boyfriend pulled up, I had to run out the house
I was on some dumbass sh*t, left my gun at the house
My feature price went real high they at two-thousand now
AR and a Glock, that's how we ride around
You steady sneak dissing when they not around
Back then I was broke but I got it now
Checked my bank statement and it say eighty thou'
I got a cold ass b*tch, she a Barbie doll
I got 5 TDs, that sh*t made me smile
I got 5 IDs that I'm selling now
Caught my auntie smoking crack and I told her, "Wow"
Now I'm finna find her social somewhere around the house
Call up Verizon and watch the phones ship out
n*gga thought I was finna fight, pulled a stick out
This b*tch, thought we was finna chill, I pulled my di*k out
On the phone with BOA, hope I don't miss out
If this play go successful that's like ten thou'
I just scammed my own cousin, he looked like Chris Brown
That ain't Runtz that you got in the pack, stop tryna get down
Back then I was broke with no money, I'm the sh*t now
f*cked a b*tch, off of RP I went for ten rounds
Got a little white college student I scammed ten times
n*ggas out here f*cked up, ain't got ten dimes
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