Coop - Produced by Coop lyrics

Drop the top, trunk beating, like look at my rims Pull up on her, like shawty, quit looking, get in I'm running through that gwap like I'm getting 'em for ten I said, I'm running through that gwap like I'm getting 'em for ten They said you ain't ballin' 'til you get you a Benz Okay, so I got me a Benz Running through that gwap got my little shawty trying to watch all her friends They all want me, ain't no telling what I'll drop her off in Beauty shop in my drop, Nail shop in that Benz I heard he selling dope, let the gossip begin These b**h a** rappers wouldn't have pulled up in our projects, I'm saying I know where all your spots at, n***a, get popped at for playing I might be at a show if I hop out that van I might be with your ho, call her sloppy no hands My price be due below, so I drop off them bands I'm running through that gwap like I got an advance But I don't, word to my n***a [?], he locked in the pen Feds to be exact ran in the spot with the pots and the pans Been selling dope since I was a teen, I'm gon' stop if I can Just sold a shirt that said Free Red Dot in Japan '06 Like Father, Like Son dropped, I got like ten grand (thanks) '07 I was in the hood with a chopper in my hand I f**ed my own career up, I got no problems saying it But b**h, I been getting money, f**in' right, Gotti was paying I'm just impatient, right, you would not understand You wasn't around in '08 when I was copping like ten Of some bullsh** regular, me and Dot going ham In the section 8 metro center with a lot of them grams Bought a house in '09, stole my neighbors cable Caught five charges while me and Wayne were on the same label I barely know that n***a, and I ain't gang related Never been on TV rapping, so what you can't say is A n***a put me on, b**h, I put n***as on And keep getting rid of phones, can't sleep at night, I'm living wrong I'm ready to take something like they locked up the plug I'm doing better than ever, but I can't stay off them d** Spend so much time in the office, I barely go to the club But they DTF your TBG, that mean they down to f** It make her wet when I call her to help me count it up Rolling on them ounces, my new old school is getting mounted up Put my sh** on 8's, you could say I'm riding zips Sell that sh** any day, f**ing right, I'm trying to flip f** these s**er a** n***as and f** the politics If you a graduating senior, apply for my scholarship I'm doing two of 'em, ain't nothing but a stack, either way I gotta give back I'm from the hood, yeah, look how I lived that Look at this game, look at these hypocrites And how they not kicking the facts, meanwhile, I'm giving them that Non-Fiction rap, sometimes I hate myself But one thing none of these haters can't take from me is I made myself Lito, sometimes I hate myself One thing none of these haters can't take from me is I made myself