Lurkin Lyrics

Cocoramie the mixtape, A-Dubb the guy, I-B-G-M, let's go

B-J-B-J the voice of Detroit, bun

Po' up one time, shots out to the east side, west side

It's Cocoramie, motherfucker

In town, I'm fuckin' with ya

Right

Mr. 3525

Gettin' dark on my girl white

Right, right

And my clique hang tight, and my niggas don't fuck with you cake boys

Boys

But my boys get plenty dough

Talk that tough talk if you want to

We at your front door with them extendos

And my team, we ballin'

Ballin'

I ain't talkin' no Jim Jones

Let's go

My squad mob all day

All day

And that coupe switchin' them lanes

Them lanes

That dark shit, that's all we drink if you don't get the fuck out my face

Look, this need to be on Fox too

All right

Cause it's another track

Okay

Look, you beat the pussy up

Okay

She tell me that I slam it

Right

I'm a motherfuckin' bandit

And I'm crashin' where the cash is

And my team get it in

Make flips

I ain't talkin' back flips

Let's go

But I'm just in the booth

Makin' hits and makin' them quit

Quit

Cause it's a fuckin' battle with this rap shit

And I'm goin' in

And you can't roll with us if you ain't drinkin' on that dark shit

And this Coke and Remy squad till I'm in my fuckin' casket

Look, I wanna go to school to be a business major

Wow

OG Ted

So I can stack this paper

And

Build an empire

Have my suits tailored

Tailored

Make these bitches mad

Mad

Make these haters haters

Haters

Haters

Kill em' with the flow

Bang, bang

Kill em' with the flow

Bang, bang

Bang, bang

Know this ain't fashion

Bitch, I'm stylin' hoes

Bitch, I'm stylin'

Women on my back like a fuckin' coat

Gotta beat

Gotta beat

A bitch wanna leave, I'ma let her go

Gotta go

A hoe gon' do you both so I can't trust a soul

A soul

My mama taught me that and you already know

Know

What's that

Know

Know

Know

Know

Know

Know

Know

Know

Know

Know

Know

Know

Know

What's that on his face

Girl, that shit gold

Fuck that shit for shit, bitch

My watch is his gold

Versace

Versace

Your girl gave me top, but that shit was on sloppy

My shades are Versace

Your girl wanna fuck me, but I got a wifey

My nigga's on top

My nigga's on top

And y'all cannot stop me

It's TEDx2

I'm the fuckin' only copy, nigga

Right

This a motherfuckin' mixtape, nigga

Right

Kovach

Remy

Big Mama

Remy

Bitch

Inktown

To Detroit

Stand the fuck up