88 Coupes - French Montana, Jadakiss

Hah!

Cause I don’t know what they totin

You niggas smokin that Lamar Odom

88 coupes like a car lot

I be 88 stories off the floor high

You need the Phantom Rolls

Flippin work, comin back like Derrick Rose

Don’t call me, I’mma call you

Sicily, bread, olive oil

Stop beggin nigga I don’t owe you

And once you cross the line nigga I don’t know you

Make about quarter mill a week

Man that closet like Fashion Week

Slingin drugs, dealers got the package

I still make Salah 5 times a day

Tryna send mama to Mecca

While a nigga snortin pound with the liquor

Man watch for the stick up, (prrrp)

G-O-D God flow

Don Juan de Marco, lot like car show

Feel for ya, nobody to kill for ya

Wanna tell ya story but God won’t bear with you

And nah, I ain’t tryna get bread with you

So go and tell yo bitch to split the bill with you

I’m countin commas, young die with honor

Turks and Caicos, still smoking marijuana

Corner block was ya boy office

Young boy shooter like Jamal Crawford

Bricks in the basement, givin niggas spaces

Clips in the Matrix, slid with the waitress

5 stars telly, said she 16

Now that’s R. Kelly, my niggas war ready

Gifted and cursed, next step could be the worse

Next coupe could be ya hearse

Man this shit hard when it hurt though

My niggas slingin hard in front of church doors

Man slingin hard was the first tour

Now it’s H. Fraud on a surf board

I be clean as a whistle

Team is official

Black and white diamonds, all I need is a whistle

My weed is the issue

Now may I proceed to kiss you?

They put you where both of ya’ll single men

Home-made speaker outta the Pringle can

Can’t wait to do your thing again

When they mention your name the bells ring again

Gettin that cake, it cause friction

They love turn that hate to addiction

Mind thinker but echo prescriptions

Up in the presidential suite with a vixen

A lot of suckers in the bizz

Good die young, sucka niggas live

Quickest way to go, fuckin with the kids

He ain’t gon stop til you pluck him with the SIG

Lost 100 thou, fuckin with the Knicks

Flyin on a bruckner, bucket full of bricks

Last night club, fuck it, where the bitch

Cause money in the field but I fuckin with the 6

Words of advice, run through the game

Niggas know the hood run through my veins

Real subtle with great poise

Pure bundles of straight boy

Smoke loud, make noise

Dream Team, Wraith Boys

RIP Darry D and Nutty aka Troy

What?

D block &Coke Boys

Pushin

Yeah

Uh

Fuck with me

Harry Fraud’s a bad motherfucker

Yea

Uh

This shit is stupid