cdg Lyrics

I with your thot, why you won't smoke

We got a chop, we finna blow

She givin' top, she givin' throat

Come down this block, get smoked

We got the drop for sure

Nigga got the drop, but he ain't gon' go

Why these niggas tryna beef with me

Fake friends tryna feast with me

She said that she leavin' me

Hold on, why you leavin' me

She said she can't be with me

Why can't you be with me

Shawty actin' like it's BET

Chrome heart with the CDG

Can't wait till I make me a million

Gettin' higher than the building

Come down now I fall through the ceiling

Take drugs, cause they help with the healin

Pour up, cause I just want that feelin

We can make love, but I don't want no dealin

I already told you I'm chillin

What I do is just none of your business

Go to Hutch if I need me a pendant

Run the world, I feel like a senate

Still prayin', even though I'm sinnin

Off of perc, got my head spinnin

Yes, I shoot feel like Cole Bennet in it

Too glocks you know they twinnin

I'm up, cause I keep winnin

Big checks, they got me grinnin

I with your thot, why you won't smoke

We got a chop, we finna blow

She givin' top, she givin' throat

Come down this block, get smoked

We got the drop for sure

Nigga got the drop, but he ain't gon' go

Why these niggas tryna beef with me

Fake friends tryna feast with me

She said that she leavin' me

Hold on, why you leavin' me

She said she can't be with me

Why can't you be with me

Shawty actin' like it's BET

Chrome heart with the CDG