Alibi lyrics

by

Blac Youngsta


[Hook]
Tell the judge we have the alibi
I was in the trap cooking when nobody came up missing now his body going cookies
Trap sh*t, I had a kilo in the fridge, half a kilo on my wrist, I done trapped a double shift
Talking trap sh*t, I was in the trap cooking when nobody came up missing now his body going cookies
Trap sh*t, I had a kilo in the fridge, half a kilo on my wrist, I done trapped a double shift

[Verse 1: MoneyBagg Yo]
I'm a trap baby, I done put my hood on
If a n*gga tell you different he been hating all along
If a n*gga come up missing, probably dissed me on a song
I was really getting chickens and I moved them by the zones
Mama pray for me, I know they aiming for me
Try to rob I got a stick with your name on it
And I didn't wanna hit the lick but n*ggas fronted on me
I just left the jeweler, b*tch, I got a hundred on me
And for the record man I'm really with the drama
I just bulletproofed the whip like Obama
Ima spend my trap money from the summer
And I ain't got to catch a body I got runners

[Hook]


[Verse 2: Cyko]
Yeah, had to get it how I live
Had to hustle to pay bills
Had to grind to get a mill on some trap sh*t
Play with me and you'll get killed
I'm just telling you how it is
Man my young n*ggas for real
Don't do no acting, remember back then, they was laughing
Now my jewelry hit up hit up, look like cameras flashing
I get them in and I got them bills, come get you a pack
I make green like grass and percocet pills disappear like magic
On the road doing shows I left the [?] with the uncle
He dished it out to his runners, now watch us soar up the summer
Pull up in that thing, flex on them then I'm gone, uh
I just f*cked your b*tch, break her dome then disowned her
Clientele blowing my phone up, I'm just trying to get money man
I just trying to get it and run it up, f*ck it up with my gang man
Tell the feds f*ck them I know [?] get my [?] up
Bread gang the clan b*tch and no you cannot sign up
[Hook]

[Verse 3: MoneyBagg Yo]
Had to kick my little n*ggas out the booth
They were tripping, had the stick trying to shoot
And for my enemies, tell them I ain't really worried
Them jitterbugs with me, they just waiting for a murder
They jumping out the foreign's like they jumping over hurdles
n*ggas fifteen, copping burners f*ck a learner
My youngins just got a [?] trying to go and get our own
Ask him could he move the weight Ima front a couple pounds
Trying to motivate the trap I got a hundred on me now
Trying to motivate the shooters but they're trying to shoot it out
I told them go and get some money they said how much for a body?
If a n*gga get wrong Ima give you the body

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