Chief Keef, Yung Bans, Lil Geno - Company lyrics

Keith Farrelle Cozart

Vas Coleman

[Chief Keef, Yung Bans, Lil Geno - Company lyrics]

Murda on the beat so it's not nice

Money on my mind there’s always time
Don't cross that line you'll end up dyin’
This is unlimited life
These niggas got feminine ways
I was in hittin them jays
Wee boy get hit with a blaze
Colder than floor seats i'm a young OG
Ain't scared of no po-lice
Bitch can't hold me uh oh you owe me
Fuck out and close the door please
You can hear this from up street
Sound like we having company

I got that tow power the dope is so sour
And I am no coward
I'll have my Zoe's pound ya

They say I'm so handsome
I be like no cameras
We taking the ball from ya
You can't have no advantage

Dribble-dribble and rob his ass
Sold them crazy folks pop his ass
I done got me a charge foul
Pullin up tryna dump his ass

See us in the fuckin cat
Better you fuckin rat
Eat ’em like a cheesburger mD I’m lovin it
Fake ain't no coverin and we back to back

Look like midnight club dub edition
And off TNT no TBS, bitch came to me no GPS
Took the medicine no CVS
I can teach you something no CPS
Got my eye on you no CBS, bitch fuck me more

Money on my mind there’s always time
Don't cross that line you'll end up dyin'
This is unlimited life
These niggas got feminine ways
I was in hittin them jays
Wee boy get hit with a blaze
Colder than floor seats i’m a young OG
Ain't scared of no po-lice
Bitch can't hold me uh oh you owe me
Fuck out and close the door please
You can hear this from up street
Sound like we having company

Pull up with 2 thots don't want
That back like skin like geno
Watch me just skrt off up in
That m skreet yeah like beamers
Money all I think of I go
Right with out no blinker
Smoking on some stank a geno
Maybe rebel my jeans uh
We go off pop and top, he went out his socks
With choppas and I get some guap
Burstin with 2ks and take the sun lot
Call up the birdies the bitches go flock
I made it rain on a bitch wearin crocs
Like Cala we winnin we do that a lot
This Glock on a rampage we catch you and pop
High of filaseigle and my circle got 3 people
Heard that nigga want some smoke
I'll bring it to his people
Yeah all my niggas savage
They'll poke ya like a needle
I say all my niggas savage
They'll poke ya like a needle

Money on my mind there's always time
Don't cross that line you'll end up dyin'
This is unlimited life
These niggas got feminine ways
I was in hittin them jays
Wee boy get hit with a blaze
Colder than floor seats i'm a young OG
Ain't scared of no po-lice
Bitch can't hold me uh oh you owe me
Fuck out and close the door please
You can hear this from up street
Sound like we having company

Ayy, Bae
I see through these niggas like charades
Been getting that money
Nigga that why you hate
Did that nigga hell like Jodye K

I was fuckin that nigga bitch the other day
Spin that nigga bal like bey blade
Real street nigga don't play
If you cross the lane that why you lame

Bust in a bitch throat margiela Trench Coat
Pour a 4 like pluto 1 on 1 wipe you nose

Hit them once and change clothes
Bitch we having too much dope
Tell them niggas close the door
That my dreads beast mode

Money on my mind there's always time
Don't cross that line you'll end up dyin'
This is unlimited life
These niggas got feminine ways
I was in hittin them jays
Wee boy get hit with a blaze
Colder than floor seats i'm a young OG
Ain't scared of no po-lice
Bitch can't hold me uh oh you owe me
Fuck out and close the door please
You can hear this from up street
Sound like we having company

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