Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Alibi , by - CykoRelease date: 15.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Alibi |
| 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 |