33 ft. C-Trillionaire & DC DaVinci Lyrics

Kill this shit

Optivision on the track

This ain't your side of town, nigga, where you from

If you know what I know, you better keep a gun

I never played in a band, glock gotta drum

And I been stackin' this bread, started with a crumb

If you don't take care of your kids, nigga, you a bum

I'm with this freaky bitch, she suck it till it cum

And I'm still trappin', nigga, what you want

I got exotic thirty like Patrick Ewing

If you ain't gettin' money, nigga, what you doing

I just counted up a fifty with Waun

If the police get behind, I'm fleein', eluding

Every pocket full of green, but I ain't going

Any location I'm at, I turn that bitch into a trap spot

All that gangsta shit you did ain't shit, you a rat now

If you book me for a show, none of my niggas get no pat down

Real shooters, splittas, better not even post yo background

Ion een' bust open the seal, I just sell it how it come

I know them M's inchin' in, I can feel it in my palms

So in love with the money, been this way since I was young

I'm from the east side of Decatur, nigga, this ain't where you from

This ain't your side of town, nigga, where you from

If you know what I know, you better keep a gun

I never played in a band, glock gotta drum

And I been stackin' this bread, started with a crumb

If you don't take care of your kids, nigga, you a bum

I'm with this freaky bitch, she suck it till it cum

And I'm still trappin', nigga, what you want

I got exotic 33 like Patrick Ewing

We callin' headshots, pull up two two threes

Got 'em dancin' like it's Tictoc

Nigga, where you from? That's your ho, I make her bedrock

She gon' lick, lick, lick the lollipop, I make her lip lock

I been livin' fast, sip slow, smoke out the Ziploc

Big bank roll, yeah I know I gottem pissed off

Tryna finesse the finessa, boy, you gon' get ripped off

Stay on defense, nine no safety, don't get picked off

Always kept it solid, never had a big dog

I really flex up, I really flex up, you these niggas all talk

I got shooters in the bitch, ready to air it out

And yeen gotta send the drop, we know you're whereabouts

He went back to where he from, because we ran him out

This ain't your side of town, nigga, where you from

If you know what I know, you better keep a gun

I never played in a band, glock gotta drum

And I been stackin' this bread, started with a crumb

If you don't take care of your kids, nigga, you a bum

I'm with this freaky bitch, she suck it till it cum

And I'm still trappin', nigga, what you want

I got exotic 33 like Patrick Ewing