"La Cosa Nostra" lyrics
Blade Brown & K-Trap 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
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
