Set Set

Lyrics

Cook cocaine, put numbers on the set, well who you fuck with?
 I just cut four pills up in the deal up in the dope mix
 Just fucked up my smoke 'cause ain't my smoker got my dope kicked
 Bitch it ain't no snitching, play cutthroat you get your throat slit
 Bust down to Phillipe, I cop a Tec, I got my Rolls blinged
 Got expensive taste, won't even take head from a broke bitch
 Smoke that kush and pop them perkies, drank and snort that blow bitch
 Back when I was broke,
 wouldn't even take head from a broke bitch, bitch
 Or a slut bag or a thot thot
 I was seventeen with a knot knot
 Never chopped rocks in the slot box
 Shout out to my niggas on the lot lot
 We gon' shut it down when the narcs out
 Hurt a fuck nigga feelings when you go and
 fuck up a check at the car lot God damn
 Strap on my lap, hop out
 Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
 Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
 Pull up on the set, doo doo
 Strap on my lap, hop out
 Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
 Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
 Pull up on the set, doo doo
 A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set
 And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set
 Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set
 Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set
 Whip it, whip it
 Whip it, whip it, whip it hard
 Ain't no witness, no weapon, my nigga I beat the charge
 Gotta ice a nigga so i'mma swipe a nigga
 put the brand new choppers on the Visa card
 Told that pussy nigga that this ain't no
 motherfucking movie but you gotta play your part
 Get you cut for it, snap and put it on the what boy
 All these rappers got humungous
 choppers but I swear they got some baby nuts boy
 If you ever bought a chain back from a robber nigga you a fuck boy
 Putting duct tape on the whole fam,
 flexing for the Gram get you touched boy
 Who you trust boy? God damn
 Strap on my lap, hop out
 Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
 Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
 Pull up on the set, doo doo
 Strap on my lap, hop out
 Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop
 Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops
 Pull up on the set, doo doo
 A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set
 And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set
 Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set
 Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:28
Key
5
Tempo
142 BPM

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