C.T. Money$$ - 0230 No Hook

230 in the morning nigga aint no hook
Anything i want lil nigga that shit is took
If you ain’t feelin this man get out my face
This shit straight heat, yea fireplace
230 in the morning nigga aint no hook
Im makin music man i think these niggas shook
Ima make it in this shit, bruh get out my face
If you don’t move ima spray the fuckin K
My niggas shoot at you like they got 30 on they back
We got cheese so you know we got the mac
No hand guns so we got them fuckin sticks
Im a straight owl how i count these fuckin licks
Never sold drugs lil nigga i was a theif
Stole that shit then I sold it in the streets
Call me C.T. Money$$ when im on the fuckin beat
Took your baby mama and i fucked that fuckin freak
Her mouth was amazing but her pussy game was basic
I don’t love thes hoes i just love bluefaces
Met her at lunch and i fucked by the night
Im a hood nigga but my flow real nice
I fucked the hoe once i don’t like to hit twice
She stared at me and i know she love my ice
Im a real life dog fuck with me i’ll bite
I looked in to my future, its looking real bright
Trap Gang Music yea we goin to the top
Bitch azz niggas hatin so i cant stop
Just like a track meet im runnin to the bag
Louie bag on me so thats where i hide the stash
If 12 on me then you know i gotta dash
Runnin so fast you’ll swear that im flash
Like we from miama, hell yea we bring the heat
Sippin on some lean i can barely hear the beat
I swear im writing this while a nigga still sleep
Your girl a vegertian but she loves my meat
Young black nigga yea im married to the streets
Niggas straight pussy sit down when they pee
Im blind to them niggas, hell nawl i cant see
Niggas pay for pussy look in the mirror its free
Your girl on my dick, hell yea she loves to cheat
They sent me this beat had no choice had to eat
230 in the morning nigga aint no hook
Anything i want lil nigga that shit is took
If you ain’t feelin this man get out my face
This shit straight heat, hell yea fireplace
230 in the morning nigga aint no hook
Im makin music man i think these niggas shook
Ima make it in this shit, get out my face
If you don’t move ima spray the fuckin K

Written by:
Clearanc Turrentine

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