C.T.O Lyrics

Oh my pack it smell like oysters, on this bitch like I'm boisterous

All this shit I got boisterous, they all dancing and the boy said

They sell me diesel gas

I smoke shit up in my packs

That shit like oysters please stand back

They tryna lure em back and then

They tryna line em back and then

I can never lay them hands bitch you fighting now, I might hand a fade out oh bitch I'm Reaching now

Reaching out and touch them now damn, they try to run up on me baby come find out Damn

Oh yeah baby come find out damn

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I been smoking gas they been tryna push these, I don't even understand what they say Peace

I smoke diesel they been tryna sell me gas

I upgraded all my shit up in my past, I don't understand the shit they say on that

They be talking saying shit I don't look back

All my shit double black double black

They been tryna look at me I don't look back, right up in my side mirror bitch oh please Stand back

I been tryna weight up on the road you know I got that, hanging out the side of that shit With my black strap

I don't even understand every time they run it back to me don't get no hand

They been tryna understand they don't not get the plan

I been seeing twenty twenty fuck that bitch I'm saying

Fuck that bitch I'm saying

I said fuck that bitch I'm saying

My pack smell like oysters please stand back damn

I smoke gas they been tryna diesel that damn

I don't understand the other plan of that damn

I been tryna see the other side of that damn