French Montana, Pusha T, Vado, Chinx - Kopy lyrics
French Montana [Karim Kharbouch] Casablanca, Morocco, 🇲🇦/NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[French Montana, Pusha T, Vado, Chinx - Kopy lyrics]
About to hit the stove, get it popping
None of my niggas moving sloppy
Meet me on the ave, nigga copy
Copy, copy, copy, copy
I be whipping hard, 'till my wrist hurt
(copy)
I be whipping hard, 'till my wrist hurt
(copy)
I be whipping hard, 'till my wrist hurt
(copy)
Yo, yo that's word to god
Vado feed the block with it
Lot of people starve
Place the weight on a plate then
You break it down in parts
Make a move then I'm out, I
Don't wait around for narcs, nah
(Hah) Whip soft, I'm pissed off
Took a week to get a brick off
No Rich Ham, but got ripped off
Lose fifty grand every missed call
Its a cold world on my block
Pump rock work on my block
Mailbox where I hold work on the block
Work on the block
Man, hit papi, tell him I need ten copy
TNT will see the monopoly
Move swift through thin ice like hockey
'Sup this the number to wait for
Dealin' weight for
Hand me a plate, I don't care who ate more
Nine in his face
King Push!
I hear the going price for a brick is 43
That's Kendrick Perkins
I'm sellin' hard if it's up to me
Break it down in all eight balls, find MJG
That's oldschool, that's West Coast
That's E-A Ski
All I know about is getting money
(Woo) till the sun come up
Dominicana with a calculator when they see my
Face I watch 'em all run up
My heist run was a nice one
Couldn't take the trip it had me paranoid
Went from a smack dealer to a crack dealer
I've done sold drugs in every category
(Woo) I swear you niggas bore me
With your fuckin' stories
You talkin' war in peace time
With your fake ass glory
And your fake ass jewelry, monkey ass jewelry
Couldn't find a million with a road
Map and a bitch named Siri
Four hoes on one strip, copy
Come press four zones into one brick, copy
I be copy cool, I might act a fool
Hop out the drop top yellin' hallelujah
Boy I flow like a faucet
Had the and you lost it
Came in this bitch on some boss shit
But I roll out that coffin
That bitch, we bone
On that bong we be coughin'
I seen Javier on 45th but I brick
Counted all the paper, he told me "Copy"
These fuckboys are carbon copy