Relocate by Kasher Quon Lyrics
[Intro]
Oh yeah, Chris
[Verse]
A label tried to offer 50, I just turned it down
Yo bitch said she wanna fuck, I just turned it down
Been on the road for a day doin' turn arounds
I don't stay in Detroit no mo', I'm in Miami now
Yeah I see you with Amiris but they hand me downs
Labels calling in, man, this shit's getting scary now
A nigga tried to rob me I'ma gun him down
Guess the nigga mad because me and his bitch fuck around
Niggas broke, can't go half on a pound
I roll woods that be fatter than a black & mild
Get to clapping at a nigga, where your cap and gown?
It seem like I always make 10 when I'm out of town
I'm staying here for a week, fuck a turnaround
I get yo bitch in a room and tell her to turn around
My own fam' hate on me 'cause I don't come around
I don't got time for the chit-chat cause I'm famous now
Three grams in a wood I'm finna face it now
Drank too much lean and pop, my face breaking out
That bitch got 50 bodies and you ate her out
A nigga ran off with a bank play I'm finna take him out
Finna kidnap this nigga and duct tape his mouth
Or take one of the lil' nigga children and fuck his spouse
Or call my cousin from the army to blow up his house
Was gonna beat the nigga ass, but he ain't come out the house
If I don't make shit today I won't come out the house
This bitch boyfriend pulled up, I had to run out the house
I was on some dumbass shit, left my gun at the house
My feature price went real high they at two-thousand now
AR and a Glock, that's how we ride around
You steady sneak dissing when they not around
Back then I was broke but I got it now
Checked my bank statement and it say eighty thou'
I got a cold ass bitch, she a Barbie doll
I got 5 TDs, that shit made me smile
I got 5 IDs that I'm selling now
Caught my auntie smoking crack and I told her, "Wow"
Now I'm finna find her social somewhere around the house
Call up Verizon and watch the phones ship out
Nigga thought I was finna fight, pulled a stick out
This bitch, thought we was finna chill, I pulled my dick out
On the phone with BOA, hope I don't miss out
If this play go successful that's like ten thou'
I just scammed my own cousin, he looked like Chris Brown
That ain't Runtz that you got in the pack, stop tryna get down
Back then I was broke with no money, I'm the shit now
Fucked a bitch, off of RP I went for ten rounds
Got a little white college student I scammed ten times
Niggas out here fucked up, ain't got ten dimes
Oh yeah, Chris
[Verse]
A label tried to offer 50, I just turned it down
Yo bitch said she wanna fuck, I just turned it down
Been on the road for a day doin' turn arounds
I don't stay in Detroit no mo', I'm in Miami now
Yeah I see you with Amiris but they hand me downs
Labels calling in, man, this shit's getting scary now
A nigga tried to rob me I'ma gun him down
Guess the nigga mad because me and his bitch fuck around
Niggas broke, can't go half on a pound
I roll woods that be fatter than a black & mild
Get to clapping at a nigga, where your cap and gown?
It seem like I always make 10 when I'm out of town
I'm staying here for a week, fuck a turnaround
I get yo bitch in a room and tell her to turn around
My own fam' hate on me 'cause I don't come around
I don't got time for the chit-chat cause I'm famous now
Three grams in a wood I'm finna face it now
Drank too much lean and pop, my face breaking out
That bitch got 50 bodies and you ate her out
A nigga ran off with a bank play I'm finna take him out
Finna kidnap this nigga and duct tape his mouth
Or take one of the lil' nigga children and fuck his spouse
Or call my cousin from the army to blow up his house
Was gonna beat the nigga ass, but he ain't come out the house
If I don't make shit today I won't come out the house
This bitch boyfriend pulled up, I had to run out the house
I was on some dumbass shit, left my gun at the house
My feature price went real high they at two-thousand now
AR and a Glock, that's how we ride around
You steady sneak dissing when they not around
Back then I was broke but I got it now
Checked my bank statement and it say eighty thou'
I got a cold ass bitch, she a Barbie doll
I got 5 TDs, that shit made me smile
I got 5 IDs that I'm selling now
Caught my auntie smoking crack and I told her, "Wow"
Now I'm finna find her social somewhere around the house
Call up Verizon and watch the phones ship out
Nigga thought I was finna fight, pulled a stick out
This bitch, thought we was finna chill, I pulled my dick out
On the phone with BOA, hope I don't miss out
If this play go successful that's like ten thou'
I just scammed my own cousin, he looked like Chris Brown
That ain't Runtz that you got in the pack, stop tryna get down
Back then I was broke with no money, I'm the shit now
Fucked a bitch, off of RP I went for ten rounds
Got a little white college student I scammed ten times
Niggas out here fucked up, ain't got ten dimes