King$ & Profit$ - Trinidad Jame$, Coop, 31 Gramms

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Owww!

Blue hundreds in the black Chevy racing from the law

Middle finger out the sunroof I ain’t getting caught

Conversations on the pay phone my cell phone hot

Heard the feds made a deal with the cell phone shop

Heard your bitch off the leash cause your bread getting low

Heard the streets want a piece cause she everybody hoe

Gold teeth in my mouth make a pimp speak slow

3 spots 2 coasts got to keep it on the low

3 whips paid cash got to keep it on the low

Fucked my bitch by the stove got to keep her on her toes

There’s a chopper by the sink boy I bet that bitch loaded

Not so big young nigga can’t fold it

Grabbing on my dick cause I’m feeling kinda horny

Hit your bitch once and she still ain’t walking

Bitch in my face that’s why she ain’t calling

Why she ain’t talking

In Clique full of real niggas follow my team

With a no tell policy all by cream

I’m a king young profit just saying the least

Too fly for the fuck shit follow my lead

I’m a king, profit follow my lead

Too fly for the fuck shit follow my lead

If it’s one thing I do, It’s do my thing

Too fly for the fuck shit follow my lead

Look, fresh off a brick 31 Grams soft

Pure cocaine kept bread gram raw

Big boy strap AK47, Bam Bam!

Audemar Flintstones in the bezel

Real scale tales I can tell you a few

Swear this shit holy got to listen for my pew

Everything real ain’t fake shit like you

And if I ever disrespect it imma make the fucking news

I can prophesize, Imma make a fucking profit

When the pack touchdown and the mailman drop it

Look!

Full-time trapper, I am rapping on the low low

Sell your ass a gram and the elbow

And you know I keep the steel with me

Double F&N, I’ll knock you out your Fendi

I’m a king, profit follow my lead

Too fly for the fuck shit follow my lead

If it’s one thing I do, It’s do my thing

Too fly for the fuck shit follow my lead

Truth is known to play with green, like he hopping out trees

In the middle of a foreign like I’m back overseas

Sucker niggas got me hot 230 degrees

This one here is for my dogs ducking haters and fleas

Ain’t no rhyming that my steadies is something higher

Something flyer than flying in a jet in the sky Carrey Mariah

Pussy nigga with the talking p90 go send 'em fire

Have em clapping like a choir, Dismiss em at my

I’m a king, not a peasant

You try me ain’t nothing pleasant

Yeah I hear the shit you flexing

I kill it when In my presence

Heard them looking for the streets, you can tell look in I’m present

Shit on my wrist is fooly Shictzofrenic

Yeah!, Straight to business so I play with the blacks

You want hundreds don’t play with my class

All white drop like in pleasing in

Flow orange color vert like I play with a fox

I’m a king, profit follow my lead

Too fly for the fuck shit follow my lead

If it’s one thing I do, It’s do my thing

Too fly for the fuck shit follow my lead