C.O.(Modern Trapfare) [D] ft. R!ppa & Lucid Lyrics

Moving mad, that youts gon take the charge

Do it all for the gang, no Guten tag

Man just having a set back

Eyes on ball he ain't see when I step back

Shoot to score niggar gimme that stick back

Freaky young ting wanna gimme that lick back

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fakest from my dawgs

No remorse for a rat,look what jam did to his dawgs

Mirror mirror on the wall

When I see myself all I see is war

Mans don't follow the law anymore

When I say knock knock you say who at the door

Step, step, right on your floor

Baji might knock off your jaw

With a new ZK that hasn't been stained

My bloods ready for war

Rolling 60's

But he ain't creeping

That boy pussy

Took him out fishing

Rambo knife in a kitchen

Shoot man twice so he got that double vision

Two cars away from his whip, mans was lurking

Thought you said my mans was wavy let him drowning in a pool of blood

Skii mask all I see is red

Shit went south when I shot that fed

Shit went south when I chased that bread

Rats don't talk when you shoot them dead

Snakes don't bite till you cut of there head

Moved to LSK just to make that rent

You never been to the six what you bout running from the CDF

Man was going straight.

Ion know what told him take a left

That left then took him to the fed

Worst mistake that he ever made

Flipping grams tryna paper chase

All the hard shit I had to embrace

Kept on expanding day by day

Since I made that choice now I can't revert

Day by day we moving kilos

Counting 1s and 0's

Moving 3 amigos

Gangsters don't do hugs and giggles

Feel like a Viking so mid evil

I'm doing this for my people

Slide and dice em 1and 0s

Ice on my neck feeling like subzero

Same room with the ops, clean up the spot

The trap don't stop, deliver and knock

You might be shocked, we can't be shook

I've been with the drillers, scammers and crooks

My trap and Paper solid, don't need an audit I'm good in the books

Ask you local dealer "whose rippa?" and notice the look

We living la vida loca no coca but we pushing goods

My new ting acts like she's from bogota over the border different hood

I could rob that op when he's in my hood and give to the poor like

When you see my man, light him up on sight like a LED light