Lyrics Alibi - Cyko, Moneybagg Yo

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