Song : On the Strips Beat: Dlow Flinstone (?) Hook: Real money getter corner bender yea im mr make that dough We ain’t have shit I’m mr get out there n get your own Terrorise they block I’m mr see the OPPs then i blow You know we on the strips trappin all day beatin up the road Verse 1: When I was young I used to road run trapping out these dirty clothes See the fiends more than my gs selling them this dirty snow If somebody get in the way I set em up with a dirty hoe Pay my youngin to do the hit his life cost less than a Louie coat This shit legendary Take your bitch n you won’t get her back till February Cross me once she drop the lo I put u in a cemetery Dirty Uzi skorps Luger tucked as my secondary These other trappers dumb as hell Might as well write on they forehead I got cocain for sale I could paint a perfect picture with his blood where he tripped and fell I ran him down like a petrol station I gave his ass a shell It hit his back call his ass a turtle Slow as fuck while I’m running up he couldn’t jump this hurdle Trap phone jumping up and down it got me running circles Dizzy as fuck run money up my cream don’t ever curdle Hook: Real money getter corner bender yea im mr make that dough We ain’t have shit I’m mr get out there n get your own Terrorise they block I’m mr see the OPPs then i blow You know we on the strips trappin all day beatin up the road Verse 2: Merrno feature
Song : On the Strips
Beat: Dlow Flinstone (?)
Hook:
Real money getter corner bender yea im mr make that dough
We ain’t have shit I’m mr get out there n get your own
Terrorise they block I’m mr see the OPPs then i blow
You know we on the strips trappin all day beatin up the road
Verse 1:
When I was young I used to road run trapping out these dirty clothes
See the fiends more than my gs selling them this dirty snow
If somebody get in the way I set em up with a dirty hoe
Pay my youngin to do the hit his life cost less than a Louie coat
This shit legendary
Take your bitch n you won’t get her back till February
Cross me once she drop the lo I put u in a cemetery
Dirty Uzi skorps Luger tucked as my secondary
These other trappers dumb as hell
Might as well write on they forehead I got cocain for sale
I could paint a perfect picture with his blood where he tripped and fell
I ran him down like a petrol station I gave his ass a shell
It hit his back call his ass a turtle
Slow as fuck while I’m running up he couldn’t jump this hurdle
Trap phone jumping up and down it got me running circles
Dizzy as fuck run money up my cream don’t ever curdle
Hook:
Real money getter corner bender yea im mr make that dough
We ain’t have shit I’m mr get out there n get your own
Terrorise they block I’m mr see the OPPs then i blow
You know we on the strips trappin all day beatin up the road
Verse 2:
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