Devoimm - CC Lyrics

He say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You already know what the f*ck goin' on, man
He say, hey, she say she really love me
I can't tell her, but I kinda do
In the bathroom, drunk as hell, got off Jamba Juice
We goin' back and forth, talkin' shit
And I don't wanna lose, so I gotta tell her
That she right, so let's play it cool
This shit can pay the bills
When you talk about some real shit
A thousand in a month
And that's really on some chill shit
Life really pickin' up
I'm tryna make a meal quick
Smokin' dope, hallucinatin
Man, he got me real sick
These niggas really hate
And I really can't relate
And you gotta work that nine to five
If you gon' be great
Man, as I go, I'm tryna stack
For them rainy days
Make em' calls, call me Tom Brady
Cause I'm sendin' blades
Talkin' bout this rap
Then you better meet your maker
Got the pounds flyin' in
And they comin' from Jamaica
If you core, don't let em' in
I have my young niggas bakin
Got the checks comin' in
So I'm talkin' to y'all later
Computer in my backpack
HP at that
Lookin' up them onion sights
Car shot my kryptonite
Might just do it on the max
Swipin', tryna get a cat
For sale, then we'll buy your car
I'm comin' all black
Real dope geekers
Go on, walk up in the drop
Give a f*ck about that label
I don't care about what they talkin' bout
Beat a nigga ass real bad
Like he Sgt. Gutter
Real trim nigga, self-serve
Bitch, I'm dipped in butter
Walk bare on my back
You know I keep my effin' in
Bull jeans smellin' real good
You know I'm crisp and clean
Bad bitch, she back it up
Cause she love the flow
Sorry baby, I can't f*ck today
Sally told her no