CCT Lyrics

I'ma say this off top, come fuck with me

Come get you a paint of Wock for a buck-fifty

Me and bro smokin' Za blunts prolly flood the city

You don't believe me

Shit, come take a ride with me

Just slide with me

Or glide with me

Get high with me

Buss that fire with me

I remember days of being broke, I can't go back to it

Took Spanish back in school so I could speak to plugs fluent

Every time the plug gave me a bag,

I ran straight through it

Me and bro crackin' out the spot, couldn't even get it to ya

Got plugged on a whip for 300, I'm like, hallelujah

Now all you gotta do is hit this phone and I'm shootin' to ya

We in a Chrysler, but we treat it like a daycare van

Boy & girl in this whip doing hand to hands

We gettin' chased every day, watch me do they ass

All I do is turn up that Future & push on the gas

This how a nigga get popped, playin' with my mans

You can get rich playin' with them pots & pans

Soon as I ran it up, invested in some land

You gone get yo bitch fucked with yo hatin' ass

I been sippin' on a lot of Wocky lately

Po it in pink Dole lemonade it taste amazin'

I'ma walk a pharmacy, I got the scripts for the patients

Ion speak on opps, if it was smoke, then we baked em

Quick cappin', if I want her, I bagged her

Quick cappin', I been that nigga since traffic

I know magic, the work jumpin' doing backflips

Bro say he can stretch the uh like elastic

I'ma only fuck with you if you a bad bitch

I'm really tryna get some money if you askin

Gotta hit the road, so I'ma get it on the back end

I'm really on the road, bitch, I'm Cross-Country Trappin'

Trap, trap, trap

Really on the road, bitch, I'm Cross-Country Trappin'

Gotta hit the road, so I'ma get it on the back end

I'm really on the road, bitch, I'm Cross-Country Trappin'

Trap, trap, trap