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Correct Cable Box Lyrics
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[Intro] Earlonthebeat Vibes 2 Draco Vibes 2, uh Uh [Chorus] Me and my hood, we connected like cable box Hit his block, now he red like ketchup and tater tots On the way to the top of the charts, gotta make a plot Nigga, I'm in the streets and I rap so I make a lot I got Earlonthebeat in this bitch and it's bumpin' Hit that big arp at his chest, now he krumpin' I'm turnt up with this shit so them bags keep comin' Moneymarr from the trap, I turned nothin' to somethin' Talkin' that shit, get smacked down Bitches on dick 'cause a young nigga rap now Christian Dior bust down with the racks out And I flew to la just to send me some packs out I'm the hottest of youngins that come from my city These bitches they tricky, josing, iffy When I post on that lot, bitch, I post with the fifty I'm a hardbody nigga, I feel like I'm 50 [Verse] Let me tell you 'bout a young rich nigga Came from the block so he stay strapped with that fire Call that lil' nigga Moneymarr, he chasin' checks So you know he ain't wasting his time Let an ppp play his part, two sticks in my dip Bah, bah, shots right at his spine Niggas pocket on skinny, my pockets on Bentley Could sit here and brag about mine Beat an opp nigga up, I got blood on my Christians See this bankroll, that's when that bitch gon' get with me These niggas can't go to the jail, niggas be tippin' See an opp in the car at a light, gotta flip it Fly to Vegas with four bitches, feelin' like Stunna I got drip, fuck a stylist, I'm feelin' like Gunna Like Nick Cannon, we wildin out, choppers got drummers We gon' spin in an Equinox, fuck is a Hummer? And we already up, we got rich through the summer I can shoot with this tec but I don't got no jumper Six shots, red dots, put him six feet under We got work in the trap and it's pressure like pumpers I got so many racks, I'm just playin with numbers Why the opps on my dick and they broke? Yeah, I wonder In the stu' smokin' Runtz and it's strikin' like thunder And it's for pockets full, bitch, we knowin' that hunger [Chorus] Me and my hood, we connected like cable box Hit his block, now he red like ketchup and tater tots On the way to the top of the charts, gotta make a plot Nigga, I'm in the streets and I rap so I make a lot I got Earlonthebeat in this bitch and it's bumpin' Hit that big arp at his chest, now he krumpin' I'm turnt up with this shit so them bags keep comin' Moneymarr from the trap, I turned nothin' to somethin' Talkin' that shit, get smacked down Bitches on dick 'cause a young nigga rap now Christian Dior bust down with the racks out And I flew to la just to send me some packs out I'm the hottest of youngins that come from my city These bitches they tricky, josing, iffy When I post on that lot, bitch, I post with the fifty I'm a hardbody nigga, I feel like I'm 50 (Damn)
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