Travis Barker, 03 Greedo - Cellout lyrics

[Travis Barker, 03 Greedo - Cellout lyrics]

03 i eliminate
Ayy, ayy yeah

So much work keep weighing
Think the scale off niggas out here broke
Steady faking like they well off
Don't let me go to jail and then
Get out and heard you fell off
I'ma peel these calendars inside
The dirty cell off i ain't gon' sell out
Knock this time inside the cell out
I ain't gon' sell out
Knock this time inside the cell out
I ain't gon' sell out
Knock this time inside the cell out
Rich nigga, bitch, how many times I bail out?

First off, better not try to
Fuck my bitch, ayy, ayy
Second off, you better not
Disrespect my kid, ayy, ayy
Third off, you better go check
On my mama, ayy, ayy
Fourth off, just send me books
Don't need no dollars, ayy, ayy
Living legend when I step out
To the yard, ayy, ayy
Rich nigga but I'm pullin'
Niggas' cards, ayy, ayy
I got Spotify money on my books, ayy, ayy
I'm a Baby Loc Crip, I'm a crook, ayy, ayy
And my daddy was a Crip who ran with Tookie
Ayy so you know it's in my
Blood how I look, yeah, ayy
I ain't never been a snitch
Check my paperwork
I'm on IMO in prison, bitch, make it twerk
Ayy
She gon' show me everything in that video
Ayy told her show that pussy, man
Give her titty show, ayy
Bitch, I'm the first, I'm original
Flip me on my back, guarantee
You see my city, ho

So much work keep weighing
Think the scale off niggas out here broke
Steady faking like they well off
Don't let me go to jail and then
Get out and heard you fell off
I'ma peel these calendars inside
The dirty cell off i ain't gon' sell out
Knock this time inside the cell out
I ain't gon' sell out
Knock this time inside the cell out
I ain't gon' sell out
Knock this time inside the cell out
Rich nigga, bitch, how many times I bail out?

I just got off tour, sold out shows, ho
I can't have no sellouts in my photos
I was sellin' wholes, sellin' wholes, bro
Everybody told me I was loco
I can't have these thugs in my photos
I been having guns by the boatload
Ooh, I got that cocoa (Got that coke)
Ooh, I got that cocoa
(Bitch, my favorite movie Blow) , ayy
Please don't tell these people
I sell dope though, ayy
They might hang me with a rope though
That's the way we speak in code
When they offering you life
Will you tell on all your bros, or tell me
Would you take your time?
Think about it, take your time
Should've never took the grind, ayy
This the shit that made me lose my mind

So much work keep weighing
Think the scale off niggas out here broke
Steady faking like they well off
Don't let me go to jail and then
Get out and heard you fell off
I'ma peel these calendars inside
The dirty cell off i ain't gon' sell out
Knock this time inside the cell out
I ain't gon' sell out
Knock this time inside the cell out
I ain't gon' sell out
Knock this time inside the cell out
Rich nigga, bitch, how many times I bail out?

This that Drummer Gang
You know what I'm sayin'?
Travis Barker shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
Nothin' but hit's, woah, woah, woah
Drum, drum, drums and the
Sticks, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

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