Orange Cones

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King K LV

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Put my youngin in the trap, he can't leave until them o's is gone
He ain't got the strap so I told him he can't roll alone
Live on the road, I need to get me a mobile home
Still ain't known, what the f*ck is really going on
Put my youngin in the trap, he can't leave until them o's is gone
He ain't got the strap so I told him he can't roll alone
Yea, I'm all over the city like them orange cones
Still ain't known, what the f*ck is really going on
He want a P for 23 so imma seal the deal
Drunk driving and I'm gliding, I can't even feel the wheel
Eating good but I use to really wanna steal a meal
It's on the dresser, imma big stepper like Shaquille O'Neal
And imma die on some fly shit like Kobe Bryant
You don't really hustle, your uncle is like your only client
You ain't lit, you just chopping your neighbors
1 strain ain't the way, we be copping them flavors
I get a lot of love but I got a whole lot of hatters
And I'd reply but momma taught me not to talk to them strangers
My old bitch said I wouldn't make it, I had to laugh at her
Going all in and I ain't ever been a gambler
Left the trap and got mad, I'm moving like an amateur
Had to double back, I left the pistol on the banister
Get rich or die trying, I'm bouta cause a massacre
Kus niggas know I'm pissed like I'm hooked up to a catheter
Put my youngin in the trap, he can't leave until them o's is gone
He ain't got the strap so I told him he can't roll alone
Live on the road, I need to get me a mobile home
Still ain't known, what the f*ck is really going on
Put my youngin in the trap, he can't leave until them o's is gone
He ain't got the strap so I told him he can't roll alone
Yea, I'm all over the city like them orange cones
Still ain't known, what the f*ck is really going on
You won't see me on the corner if the feds on it
You ain't no gangsta, your Glock got cobwebs on it
A dirty trap house floor, I done slept on it
Now I pull up to them same trap houses and flex on it
The beat becomes a banger once I take a breath on it
I done turned a ounce to a pound, put respect on it
Sipping henny on Cuba balcony's having sex on it
Every day I'm living life but that might be my best moment
I really came from the streets, I couldn't make it up
My shorty always held me down so we ain't breaking up
Known for splurging but lately I just been saving up
I done really took care of niggas, they never gave a f*ck
You the type to fall in love with her after fucking her
I'm the type to make a buck with her kus imma hustler
Save a couple dollars every serving every customer
That's what imma tell them if they ask me how I'm coming up
Put my youngin in the trap, he can't leave until them o's is gone
He ain't got the strap so I told him he can't roll alone
Live on the road, I need to get me a mobile home
Still ain't known, what the f*ck is really going on
Put my youngin in the trap, he can't leave until them o's is gone
He ain't got the strap so I told him he can't roll alone
Yea, I'm all over the city like them orange cones
Still ain't known, what the f*ck is really going on

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