"Storytime" lyrics
(Skolo, it's your return)
(DZ16 goin' crazy)
(Lxcid, this beat brazy)
Turning a page in my life
Let's go for a ride, let me tell you my story
Had a couple girls, they were fine
Thought they were mine, but they weren't really for me
I was out here on my grind
There couple nights till the Askar, they caught me
Far from a talkative type
I ain't gotta speak cah the racks speak for me
And I spend a couple racks on you
I'ma fly you out to Istanbul
I'm a trapper, I can show you what this wrist can do
Couple racks, spending it all on stick, bamboo
I ain't looking elsewhere cah she ten-ten
On me, we can fly out to the west end
Timepiece got me feelin' like I'm Ben 10
No distractions, it's me and my best friend
She my bestie, knew when she met me
I bet my ex ting wish she never left me
Let him test me, pull up with a next piece
All you see is a black bally in a tech fleece
What you saying, girl? You know you're my type
Pull up in a truck, jump into my ride
Got my trap on hold, we can go where you like
And money ain't a problem cah it's part of my life
Trap giddy, trap giddy, got my trap silly
Ain't no part-time trapper, got my packs with me
Strap local cah you know the trap gritty
Trap boy, so you know there ain't no tax in me
Trap, trap, trap boy, trap, trap, there ain't no tax in me
Trap, trap, trap boy, trap, trap, there ain't no tax in me
Don't, don't cry, tell my Hooyo, don't cry-yo
My brother doing time
Why the judge take his life for?
I try block it from my mind
I think about it every night though, ah, ah, alright
Hold tight, everything gon' be alright though
I'm turning a page in my life
Let's go for a ride, let me tell you my story
Had a couple girls, they were fine
Thought they were mine, but they weren't really for me
I was out here on my grind
There couple nights till the Askar, they caught me
Far from a talkative type
I ain't gotta speak cah the racks speak for me
(DZ16 goin' crazy)
(Lxcid, this beat brazy)
Turning a page in my life
Let's go for a ride, let me tell you my story
Had a couple girls, they were fine
Thought they were mine, but they weren't really for me
I was out here on my grind
There couple nights till the Askar, they caught me
Far from a talkative type
I ain't gotta speak cah the racks speak for me
And I spend a couple racks on you
I'ma fly you out to Istanbul
I'm a trapper, I can show you what this wrist can do
Couple racks, spending it all on stick, bamboo
I ain't looking elsewhere cah she ten-ten
On me, we can fly out to the west end
Timepiece got me feelin' like I'm Ben 10
No distractions, it's me and my best friend
She my bestie, knew when she met me
I bet my ex ting wish she never left me
Let him test me, pull up with a next piece
All you see is a black bally in a tech fleece
What you saying, girl? You know you're my type
Pull up in a truck, jump into my ride
Got my trap on hold, we can go where you like
And money ain't a problem cah it's part of my life
Trap giddy, trap giddy, got my trap silly
Ain't no part-time trapper, got my packs with me
Strap local cah you know the trap gritty
Trap boy, so you know there ain't no tax in me
Trap, trap, trap boy, trap, trap, there ain't no tax in me
Trap, trap, trap boy, trap, trap, there ain't no tax in me
Don't, don't cry, tell my Hooyo, don't cry-yo
My brother doing time
Why the judge take his life for?
I try block it from my mind
I think about it every night though, ah, ah, alright
Hold tight, everything gon' be alright though
I'm turning a page in my life
Let's go for a ride, let me tell you my story
Had a couple girls, they were fine
Thought they were mine, but they weren't really for me
I was out here on my grind
There couple nights till the Askar, they caught me
Far from a talkative type
I ain't gotta speak cah the racks speak for me
