Country Dons - Sticky Situations | slowed + reverb (Music Video)

Описание: Sticky situations, I ain't ever lookin' back
If the music don't work, then I'm headin' to the trap


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Lyrics:

Sticky situations, I ain't ever lookin' back
If the music don't work, then I'm headin' to the trap
Lap after lap, making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got Cookies by the pack
I can't teach you 'bout no bank cards (no)
I can take you 'round the block and show you trap yards
I used to trap for some jewels and some mad cars
Now I'm diggin' right, stackin' for some fat yards
I was thrown in the deep end, no life guards
No olders, just me and this brick, when I trapped hard
Me and B Star in the German when we drive past
Most these niggas in the station turn to pop stars
Jakes hate me, 'cause they dunno where my drops are
Silly amount of money that I made from this lyca
TT grub, had the kitties saying 5 stars
What you need, what you want? Yeah, I got darg
And I was raised in the mud, but now I in the trap
Flippin' racks and investing P's into nugs
Hella man talk trap with no plugs
We grind for this cash, not love
Tell my bitch I need trust, not hugs
Sticky situations, I ain't ever lookin' back
If the music don't work, then I'm headin' to the trap
Lap after lap, making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got Cookies by the pack
Sticky situations, I ain't ever lookin' back
If the music don't work, then I'm headin' to the trap
Lap after lap, making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got Cookies by the pack
My bitch asked me, "When can we go and eat?"
I said "Chill, I'm waiting on a key"
I ain't talking keys to a flat
I'm talking 'bout the keys, that I push in the trap
Plug knows, I don't holla for no bits
His phone only rings when I want a couple bricks
I pay cash, I don't consign shit
I give it to my youngers they go ham on the strip
I just wanna live lavish
Sipping Henny in my palace
Country Dons, my team be the maddest
Q to a brick, I went hard on this strip
That's why there's 32 on my wrist
Real thugs know me, I ain't a joke G
Don't make me dig it up and get all smokey
If I bring, Cartel and Don, you're getting poked G
12 on the jacket, I'm always in the latest fashion
Sticky situations, I ain't ever lookin' back
If the music don't work, then I'm headin' to the trap
Lap after lap, making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got Cookies by the pack
Sticky situations, I ain't ever lookin' back
If the music don't work, then I'm headin' to the trap
Lap after lap, making rack after rack
Gelato 41 and we got Cookies by the pack
Ay, all my niggas ballers but this ain't no footy match
If I catch that nigga slippin', we gon' dip him in his back
Might grab man, I slide quick, beat then I dash
They don't come my size
'Cause they know we're coming back
Ay, let me tell you ay, yo fuck it
Let me show you something
Yo I need a plug, tick me some grub
And I won't owe you nothing
Roll and bun him
Snapchat their location, then they're skating
Cah they know we're coming
Bitches want my baby, man you crazy BB only fucking
Thotiana want my dollar, tell her bust it down
Weren't here from the come up, but they love me now
I gotta bounce, shit call the banker, I be in and out
Ain't talkin' 'bout a grinder when I tell bro get his spinner out
If you won't bang for me, no way you can hang with me
Been a gally since the days they were pinging off my Blackberry
And I'll ride out for my family
Reload on that salad cream, I got rocket, in my pocket
That will send man to the galaxy