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Collin McLoughlin
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Mama told me not to sell work Seventeen five, same color t-shirt Mama told me not to sell work Seventeen five, same color t-shirt Young brother poppin' with a pocket full of cottage Woah, kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it People pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket Neck water faucet, mocking birds mocking Act pint, stocking, nats keep thotting Wrist on hockey, wrist on rocky Lotta people copy, ain't nobody here can stop me Bitches call me papi, yeah that's my hobby Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O'Reilly One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to cock it People get to droppin' when that draco get to poppin' All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli No check, want all cash, brother I don't do deposits Bitches cross the border, bitches from the tropics I'ma get that bag, ain't no doubt about it I'ma feed my family, ain't no way around it I ain't never gon' let up, God said, show my talent Boy with the anna, walkin' with the hammer Talkin' country grammar, boy straight out north Atlanta Young brother poppin' with a pocket full of cottage Woah, kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it People pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket Mama told me not to sell work Seventeen five, same color t-shirt Mama told me not to sell work Seventeen five, same color t-shirt Nineteen ninety-five, two thousand five Seen it with my eyes, dope still alive Real mob ties, real frog eyes Real whole pies, all time high Do it for the culture, they gon' bite like vultures Way back when I was trappin' out Toyotas I'ma hit the gas, twelve can't pull me over Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin', drankin' sodas I get high on my own, sir, heard you gon' clone sir Stop all that flexin', young boy don't wanna go there Never been a gopher, always been a soldier Young boys in the cut, they posted like a vulture Divin' off the stage in the crowd, it's a mosh pit Yeah, shawty bad but she broke, she don't own shit Mama asked me "Son, when the trappin' gon' quit?" I been ridin' round through the city in my new bitch Young brother poppin' with a pocket full of cottage Woah, kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin Had to cop the Audi, then the top I had to chop it People pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket Mama told me not to sell work Seventeen five, same color t-shirt Mama told me not to sell work Seventeen five, same color t-shirt