Alibi - Cyko, Moneybagg Yo

Tell the judge we have the alibi

I was in the trap cooking when nobody came up missing now his body going cookies

Trap shit, I had a kilo in the fridge, half a kilo on my wrist, I done trapped

a double shift

Talking trap shit, I was in the trap cooking when nobody came up missing now

his body going cookies

Trap shit, I had a kilo in the fridge, half a kilo on my wrist, I done trapped

a double shift

I’m a trap baby, I done put my hood on

If a nigga tell you different he been hating all along

If a nigga come up missing, probably dissed me on a song

I was really getting chickens and I moved them by the zones

Mama pray for me, I know they aiming for me

Try to rob I got a stick with your name on it

And I didn’t wanna hit the lick but niggas fronted on me

I just left the jeweler, bitch, I got a hundred on me

And for the record man I’m really with the drama

I just bulletproofed the whip like Obama

Ima spend my trap money from the summer

And I ain’t got to catch a body I got runners

Yeah, had to get it how I live

Had to hustle to pay bills

Had to grind to get a mill on some trap shit

Play with me and you’ll get killed

I’m just telling you how it is

Man my young niggas for real

Don’t do no acting, remember back then, they was laughing

Now my jewelry hit up hit up, look like cameras flashing

I get them in and I got them bills, come get you a pack

I make green like grass and percocet pills disappear like magic

On the road doing shows I left the with the uncle

He dished it out to his runners, now watch us soar up the summer

Pull up in that thing, flex on them then I’m gone, uh

I just fucked your bitch, break her dome then disowned her

Clientele blowing my phone up, I’m just trying to get money man

I just trying to get it and run it up, fuck it up with my gang man

Tell the feds fuck them I know get my up

Bread gang the clan bitch and no you cannot sign up

Had to kick my little niggas out the booth

They were tripping, had the stick trying to shoot

And for my enemies, tell them I ain’t really worried

Them jitterbugs with me, they just waiting for a murder

They jumping out the foreign’s like they jumping over hurdles

Niggas fifteen, copping burners fuck a learner

My youngins just got a trying to go and get our own

Ask him could he move the weight Ima front a couple pounds

Trying to motivate the trap I got a hundred on me now

Trying to motivate the shooters but they’re trying to shoot it out

I told them go and get some money they said how much for a body?

If a nigga get wrong Ima give you the body