Blade Brown, K-Trap - La Cosa Nostra lyrics

Industry niggas keep talking bout
M's in their raps
Little nigga you could never make
No M's in the trap
Why put skengs in your rap if
You don't spend it on waps?
When I'm blending the pack
10/10 no sending it back

The cheque you're talking
Bout, that's industry
Not in the streets
I'm calm with pairs but I swear
A hundred's in my reach
Before I rap
I spun the block before I spin the beat
You ain't heard that spinner beat
Slip get something in between

These niggas culture vultures
We la cosa nostra
Think you're tapped into the streets
But we're a little closer
Money, jugging, hoes, drama
That's my daily rota
G63 AMG, that's my daily motor

Don't know if I'll make that booking
I was in the kitchen cooking
Might just use your bitch for lookout
Thousand just got took out
Know the lies I see them put out
Little flame they soon get put out
I'm one foot in, I'm one foot out
Me and B then it's a cookout

Turn it up, apply the pressure
.45 that's by the dresser
All these rappers cappers
I should put them on a lie detector
She's rolling with a seven figure nigga
When you tried to text her
Yeah she got a couple bags
I'll fuck around and buy her extra
And that's just on a normal day
I told you that that corner pays
Everybody's flexing
They just do it in a corny way
Just calm it down my little G
Can't wait to give this corn away
Now show them all the way
The steamer off the sauna way

She wanna go to Novikov
I take her to the block to meet the killers
Real trap boy
If I use the boss it's cheaper dinners
Tryna put them man to sleep but
Never sleep around the spinners
Niggas lying in their lyrics
You weren't buying any brizzys
Trap jumping now and I still
Fuck with company house
Fuck it, add another ounce
It's in the Pyrex jumping round
Then I hurry home and why them
Niggas cheating with them funny stones?
Kettle and a necklace
Not too long I spent one hun on roads