10kDunkin, Lil $horty - ALOT lyrics
[10kDunkin, Lil $horty - ALOT lyrics]
Niggas wanna be like me I'm they father
Fuck a bitch one time then I'm gon' block her
How you trappin' and you stay with yo mama
I might blow your shit up I feel like Osama
Pull up to the trap I can see
You on the camera
Got rid of my bitch I'm upping my standards
I'm with a stripper hoe but
I call her a dancer
My circle got smaller these niggas be cancer
I'm in this coupe with two
Seats and two Glocks
My niggas start shootin' they don't
Know when to stop
Hoppin' out the big body and
These rims ain't stock
They don't know how much I'm holdin'
But they know it's a lot
You say you the plug but you ain't the guy
You say that you have it
You a motherfuckin lie
Shoot a nigga in his face
With a you might die
Smokin cherry pie when a nigga fly by
Choppa like a book flip a nigga like a page
When I'm in the field pour
A four in my Gatorade
I make ten in a day fuck minimum wage
I ain't with that talkin I hop out and shoot
I pulled up on you and now you on mute
The Glock got holes on the top like a flute
She see me in the coupe
Hop out the Audi now I'm actin brand new
I'm with a new hoe and that ho look like Nunu
I walk in Saks Fifth and
Walked out with designer shoes
I used to be saggin my all white True's
Now I got Amiri jeans pockets full of blues
Just pulled up on these hoes
And these hoes gon choose
I was sippin too much now I'm lookin confused
I don't think I need one hoe think I need two
I don't think I need one
Glock think I need two
I'm high as hell nigga I'm seein two
We countin these racks it ain't
Shit else to do
You could be broke or rich but
That shit up to you
You can go get that shit but
That shit up to you
Niggas wanna be like me I'm they father
Fuck a bitch one time then I'm gon' block her
How you trappin' and you stay with yo mama
I might blow your shit up I feel like Osama
Pull up to the trap I can
See you on the camera
Got rid of my bitch I'm upping my standards
I'm with a stripper hoe but
I call her a dancer
My circle got smaller these niggas be cancer
I'm in this coupe with two
Seats and two Glocks
My niggas start shootin' they don't
Know when to stop
Hoppin' out the big body and
These rims ain't stock
They don't know how much I'm holdin'
But they know it's a lot
Fuck a bitch one time then I'm gon' block her
How you trappin' and you stay with yo mama
I might blow your shit up I feel like Osama
Pull up to the trap I can see
You on the camera
Got rid of my bitch I'm upping my standards
I'm with a stripper hoe but
I call her a dancer
My circle got smaller these niggas be cancer
I'm in this coupe with two
Seats and two Glocks
My niggas start shootin' they don't
Know when to stop
Hoppin' out the big body and
These rims ain't stock
They don't know how much I'm holdin'
But they know it's a lot
You say you the plug but you ain't the guy
You say that you have it
You a motherfuckin lie
Shoot a nigga in his face
With a you might die
Smokin cherry pie when a nigga fly by
Choppa like a book flip a nigga like a page
When I'm in the field pour
A four in my Gatorade
I make ten in a day fuck minimum wage
I ain't with that talkin I hop out and shoot
I pulled up on you and now you on mute
The Glock got holes on the top like a flute
She see me in the coupe
Hop out the Audi now I'm actin brand new
I'm with a new hoe and that ho look like Nunu
I walk in Saks Fifth and
Walked out with designer shoes
I used to be saggin my all white True's
Now I got Amiri jeans pockets full of blues
Just pulled up on these hoes
And these hoes gon choose
I was sippin too much now I'm lookin confused
I don't think I need one hoe think I need two
I don't think I need one
Glock think I need two
I'm high as hell nigga I'm seein two
We countin these racks it ain't
Shit else to do
You could be broke or rich but
That shit up to you
You can go get that shit but
That shit up to you
Niggas wanna be like me I'm they father
Fuck a bitch one time then I'm gon' block her
How you trappin' and you stay with yo mama
I might blow your shit up I feel like Osama
Pull up to the trap I can
See you on the camera
Got rid of my bitch I'm upping my standards
I'm with a stripper hoe but
I call her a dancer
My circle got smaller these niggas be cancer
I'm in this coupe with two
Seats and two Glocks
My niggas start shootin' they don't
Know when to stop
Hoppin' out the big body and
These rims ain't stock
They don't know how much I'm holdin'
But they know it's a lot