CB Radio - CT lyrics

When I go in b**h I'm a go hard Sitting shotgun smoking joints in a moving car I ride the beat like a girl on a pony I'm rattled up so saddle up I'm real and nothings phony Except you f**ing haters but I ain't listening You're all just blowing hot air b**h you whistling And I be doing hot sh** like you wish you did And all your pockets mad thin mine are f**ing thick Cuz I've been working I got racks on racks on racks And I've been making lots of beats so i got tracks on tracks on tracks I'm feeling kind of hungry I eat snacks on snacks on snacks And I've got these biddies nervous going ham so bring it back k**ing beats like a knife I get into it I hear you think I'm pretty good for an immigrant Respect is close I just wanted to get intimate And b**h I'm native on these beats I'm an Inuit Success is imminent especially with my grind I'm my parents only son damn it I was born to shine So open up your windows and open up your blinds It ain't a robbery if what I take is mine My eyes are red, are you high, what the f** you think Tickle me Elmo naw man I just tickle pink And ask the ladies they'll just tell you I'm a gentleman But I ain't gentle on these beats I'm the son of Sam f**ing k**ing them this sh**s easy You working hard I'm working smart I'm giving away freebies Yea cuz I ain't in it for the money But its nice hand rolled cigarettes you got to keep them funny My life is hazy now and that's the way I like it So grind it up and roll it up and hurry up and light it And please don't bite it I spit it then I write it If I'm swimming in some money you know I'll split it and divide it Let me advise this you girls should just be quiet You ain't spitting you ain't winning, charlie sheen won't even buy it So just remember this that we about to blow sh** we signing dotted lines with initials right below Its CT, CB on the Tedy beat Turning goons to amputees and now you understand defeat Ugh because I murdered this track Always repping for my homies know you always got my back