NBA - Cdot Honcho

Drop a 4 Lyrical lemonade

Let Fonem out at yo crib

They running out like Minute Maid

Smoke exotic gas likes it from outside the USA

Track runners 900

These ain’t shit but throw away

The bitch steady talkin' bout her bills

I told her go away

My homies moving weight

They only worried about the DEA

And my neck be wetter

Than a bitch that’s tryna fuck today

My niggas shoot they ass off

They could’ve joined the NBA

One call and they sliding

We throw more bullets than Madden

Bitches think that they conniving

They try something they might die today

VV up my teeth

Exotic hoe my passenger seat

2,3 car notes on my feet

I’m off that wok right now but Wide awake

And my truck fast like the horse that never lost a race

Don’t get up out your lane

Roc a make that Choppa Marvin Gaye

Run up in yo shit, go thru yo shit, We like the TSA

Fuck a nigga hating on me free smoke PSA

I Pull up on forgis from the floor they 24 away

Niggas tryna catch up with the boy I’m 20 floors away

Only 6 left in the 30, we gave 24 away

Walking out of Neimans I ain’t do the Gucci store today

Im A Product of the trenches

You stay there, that’s yo decision aye

Love to handle business

Get you gone with my permission aye

We both was is in school

But I was in in-school suspension aye

Always up in that

Cause I was ditching my detention days

Fuck her then her homie

It was unintended by the way

Roc came wit a 50

Cause He don’t like limits when he spray

She don’t come to crib

Because it Ain’t her business where I lay

I can’t trust these women

They a tell a nigga where you stay

I can make a call

Niggas pulling up like andale!

I ain’t tryna brawl

Once you say it’s up it’s bombs away

Heard that nigga hating

I ain’t heard of him that’s kinda gay

Google pandemonium

Ill make today Kinda day