Cross Country (Intro)

Cross country trapping

Took me a trip made my first hundred thousand

Got me a plug and that money start piling

Got that new coupe with zero mileage

Farrago mo down and my traphouse styling

I don't need no motherfucking stylist

My young niggas wilding

My motor growling

I sent that shit back to the plug and told them I don't want it if it ain't the loudest (ion want it)

All a nigga gotta do is tell me where he at with it, Ima come get it and get that shit back to my own city

Ima tax these niggas, I ain showing no love but I'll sell it to my dogs for the low low

I make a bitch look good

Young nigga caked up

I'll never ever fuck with a broke hoe

What? Mhm? Naw that's a no no

I made her give me head so long that I sent the bitch back on the U with a sore throat

Steak the steak eating steak getting cake

Never trust a nigga if he can't look you in the face

Yeah I'm living good, but only if you knew what it takes

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I ain never had shit so I went and got it

One day I might be in the bay the next day in atl throwing money in follege

Might pull up in the rari

I sell dope, that's my job, nigga this ain't no motherfucking hobby

I heard some niggas wanna rob me so I turned up a lil but more on these fuck niggas

Ion give a fuck you know how I be

Let a nigga try me

Shit gonna get a lil sloppy

When I finished witcho bitch she was knocked knees

Remember I was looking for a plug ran into this bitch said her daddy got keys (I'm straight shawty)

I had ta break it down to the bitch

I don't sell blow but the price so cheap I might as well though

Lil mama wanna fuck you can tell though

but me I don't give a damn though

Cross country trapping

Cross country trapping

I just got here and did whatever I had to do ta make this shit happen

Turn a $100 to a hundred thousand

Dope boy magic

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